Three Days Before the Casket Was Delivered, My Son Asked Me to Sign a Document
Julian’s name lit up the screen.
I flipped it face down.
“He called twice while I was in the bushes last night.”
“Don’t answer yet.” Arthur capped his pen.
“If he calls tonight sounding gentler, remember this poster board.
He has a reason behind every kindness.”
“You think he’ll try it again?”
“I think he already has.” Arthur pointed to the bottom of the board.