Three Days Before the Casket Was Delivered, My Son Asked Me to Sign a Document
“The bond’s a hundred thousand dollars.
The house has that much equity in it.
You could sign a mortgage against it by Friday.”
I studied the metal counter in front of me.
Somebody had carved a name into it with a key.
“Arthur says the state will oppose any bond.”
“Arthur works for you, not for the state.” Julian reached for his wrist and found it bare.
“I can fix all of this.