“Before you go.

I had someone put together a proposal.

So we can do this without lawyers eating it all.”

It was a property settlement.

It proposed that he keep the house and buy out my interest at a figure that was, Deborah later established, about thirty-one percent of my actual share.

It had been prepared by an attorney in Escondido that I had never heard of, and it had been paid for, I found out during disclosure, by his mother.

“Logan,” I said.