My Sister Accused Me Of Pretending To Be A Lawyer—Until The Judge Opened My File

a partner at Strickland and Morris in Manhattan, of course.” Then she turned to me. “And this is my younger daughter. She does some sort of legal work in Boston.”

“Some sort of legal work,” I repeated.

My mother waved her hand dismissively. “You know I don’t understand all the details, honey. You work with criminals or something.”

One of her friends looked continue reading …