It was not real estate.
It was the physical body of my family, and my husband had come to my father’s kitchen in the rain to talk him out of it.
Damian laid it out smoothly.
For estate-planning purposes, he said, it would be cleanest to transfer the deed into a holding company — an LLC, something called Brazos Vista Holdings.
Nothing would really change, he assured my father.
It would all stay in the family.
Glenn could live there, rent-free, for the rest of his life.
Just a tidier way to hold the asset.
“And why,” my father asked, mildly, “isn’t Nadine listed anywhere on this company?”
The silence that followed had a shape to it.
I could feel it from under the table.
Chapter 5 — Pure Bureaucracy
“It’s just a temporary corporate structure,” Damian said, easy as anything.
“Pure bureaucracy, Glenn.