Then I moved my finger to the notary stamp.

“And look at the date on this seal,” I went on, and now I did look at Shirley.

“It is dated a week before Lawrence’s funeral.

During that week I did not leave my husband’s bedside for one single hour.

I was never near a notary.

This stamp certifies that I signed something I never signed, on a day it could not have happened.

That is not paperwork.