voice was a raw whisper. “I’m not signing anything. You had no right.”
“Oh, don’t be difficult, Ammani,” my mother sighed, already gathering her purse. “Marcus got you a wonderful price for that dump. Just take the money.”
My father pushed his chair back. “We’re done here, Bradshaw. Send us the final paperwork.”
He, Janelle, Ania, and Marcus all began continue reading …