At My Father’s Funeral, My Brother Announced He Was Selling the House

No more accusations. No more being made to feel like I didn’t belong.

But I kept thinking about the paper in my purse.

I found Dad’s old address book and looked up the number for Gerald Whitmore, who the funeral program had listed as Henderson family counsel for twenty years. It was almost midnight, too late to call, so I left a message and waited.

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