Brittle Nails and a Disputed Greenhouse in Autumn

draw it up,” Donald said, his voice short and clipped. “To protect the assets. Just in case.”

“Well now, I am still running the office, Donald,” I said, my voice rising. “We do not need Robert’s lawyers looking through our personal banking.”

“You forgot the bank deposit on Tuesday, Martha,” he said, not looking at me as he put his glasses back on. “Four continue reading …