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

Arthur nodded twice.

“Then we want either a call or a court order.

Ten days to two weeks, four hundred and some for the filing, plus a bond for the deputy’s detail on top of that.”

“How much is the bond?”

“A thousand, possibly more.” He slipped his glasses back on.

“And I’d want something held against my own time.

I’m not asking you for that today.”

I looked down the driveway at the Buick.