Uncle Robert Insisted Grandma Was Confused, Until Four Sheets of Paper Changed Everything in Greenville

You drop that, and I leave Greenville.

No appeal, no motions, nothing at all.”

Clare’s fountain pen began tapping her yellow pad.

“Mr.

Hayward, take that up with the prosecutor’s office.”

“I’m speaking to my niece.”

“You’re speaking to the woman whose grandmother’s account you drained,” Clare said.

“The court put that in writing an hour ago.”