“The county clerk will record the survivorship deed,” Franklin said.

“Edith Mallow has it on her desk.”

Samantha closed her notebook.

“I left a message with a locksmith on Maple Street.

He can come when you’re home.”

I signed the third page.

Franklin blotted the ink with a small square of paper and slid the receipt across the tray.

“The bank recognizes you as sole trustee,” he said.