“I figured it was a fishing boat.”

The court reporter laughed softly, and Edward looked rather pleased with himself.

Then he brought out four sheets of lined paper in Grandma Ruth’s small, upright handwriting, notarized at the bottom, sealed with tape that took the clerk’s scissors to cut through.

Robert’s lawyer was on his feet.

“Your Honor, foundation.

Who witnessed the notary?”

“The notary’s stamp is right there on the page,” Edward said.

“I watched her sign it.