Three Days Before the Casket Was Delivered, My Son Asked Me to Sign a Document
“And the insurance rider?”
Arthur’s hand stopped above the page.
“That’s already in the court file.
We’ll come to it.”
I signed my name where he pointed, then signed the second copy.
The clock at the nurses’ station said five forty-two.
Arthur collected the papers and slipped them into his case.
He didn’t shut the case right away.