“My Sister Stuck Me With a $900 Dinner Bill — Then I Asked for the Manager”

and pressed record on the device Margaret had given me. “To do what? Check if I’ve lost my mind?”

“To ask you to sign this.” He pulled out a folded document from his jacket. I took it carefully, unfolding it to read the header: Voluntary Asset Management Agreement.

It was beautifully written legal language that boiled down to me agreeing I needed help continue reading …