I said, “Right.”

“She asked me four things,” he said.

“She asked whether I understood that it would take months.

She asked whether I understood that my grandmother would have to be examined in a courtroom and that I would probably be in the room for it.

She asked whether I understood that I might end up owning her house.”

“And the fourth?”

And my son put his sandwich down and said: “She asked whether I was doing it for you.”