Three Days Before the Casket Was Delivered, My Son Asked Me to Sign a Document
“You know that.”
“No doctor’s seen her in a month.
Arthur checked in three counties.”
He set the cup down.
His right hand went to his watch strap and turned it once.
“Arthur Pendelton is seventy years old and charging you by the hour,” he said.
“I’m her father.”
“Then let me see her.