From the fight.

Whatever you want to call it.” He wiped his hands on a rag that had been clean that morning.

“He’s got my name on paper, Diana.

More than one sheet of paper.

I signed whatever he put in front of me, and I’m not going to sit in a courtroom and explain why.”

“Then explain it to me.”

He cleared his throat again and stared at the lawnmower.

“You can’t take on your uncle’s legal team from an Army barracks.