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stove.

“If you sign the house over to me, we can end this court business today.”

His eyes were different now, stripped of the gentle concern he usually tried to project during our Sunday dinners.

“And if I refuse?” I asked.

“The court will appoint a professional guardian, and they will sell the house anyway to pay for your care,” he said.continue reading …