Three Days Before the Casket Was Delivered, My Son Asked Me to Sign a Document
Arthur’s voice came through, low and even, telling me the decree was recorded and the file was closed.
I thanked him and put the receiver back in its cradle.
“Was that Mr.
Pendelton on the phone?” Chloe asked.
“Yes, it was.”
“Does he eat oatmeal?”
“He prefers toast.”
She thought that over and added another ray to her sun.
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