Three Days Before the Casket Was Delivered, My Son Asked Me to Sign a Document

I stayed in my seat.

It rang four times and quit.

Then it started up again.

The little screen on the counter glowed with the number of the county jail.

Chloe looked over toward the kitchen.

“Is that Daddy calling?”

I got up and went to the sideboard.

The Buick title lay under my checkbook.