“It has to be cleared funds,” she said.

“I’m not signing on a promise.”

“Arthur Vance is holding the certified draft,” I said.

“Friday morning at ten.

You bring your lawyer, you sign the guardianship release, and Arthur hands you the check.”

She paused, watching the movers shove the table into the truck.

“If the paperwork is simple, we’ll be done by ten thirty,” she said.

“Friday at ten,” I said.