“Please.

I’m asking you as your mother, and I know that doesn’t count for much.”

“Did he send you over here?”

“He didn’t need to.” She bit her bottom lip.

“You don’t know what it’s been like since the funeral.

Your father sleeps in the garage now.

He goes out there at ten, and I hear the light switch at two.”

“That isn’t any reason to sign a deed.”