Six Pairs of Thick Gray Socks Saved My White House on Elm Street

of attorney I laid on his desk.

“This is Brenda’s handwriting,” he said, comparing the signature on the page with the signature on my old will. “It is not even a very good attempt, Martha.”

“I know,” I said. “I do not want to put her in jail, Vance. Not yet. But I want her name off everything. I want a complete revocation of any implied continue reading …