“My Mother-in-Law Changed the Locks and Told Me I Didn’t Live There Anymore — So I Made One Call, and Her Lawyer Turned Pale Over a Single Notarized Line.
“I already did,” I replied without raising my voice. “I called the funeral home the morning after you changed the locks. Your name is off the list. If you show up, they’ll escort you out.”
Her mouth twisted. “You vindictive little—”
“No,” I said, cutting her off. “I’m not vindictive. I’m free.”
