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

I read the number twice.

The page had a case number at the top and a red stamp.

“That isn’t a bank,” I said.

“No.

Private lenders.

They don’t mail reminder cards.” Arthur tapped a column of dates.

“They filed to seize his truck last month.

He paid up the day before the sheriff was supposed to come.”