PART 3 OF 5
What Sarah Thought Would Happen
Mavenlus DeskFICTION
The day after Christmas, I called my attorney.
Her name was Evelyn Hart.
She was sixty-six, wore silver-framed glasses, and had the reassuring habit of letting people finish a sentence before she spoke.
Robert had hated lawyers as a category but loved Evelyn personally, which told you something about her.
I explained everything.
The unauthorized Christmas gathering.
The contractor estimates.
The financing inquiry.
The preliminary transfer note.