that’s how my mother framed it.
She called out of the blue, voice trembling. “Tegan, dear, I’m so sorry to bother you, I know you’re busy with… harvest, or whatever you call it, but the estate—well, your father made a miscalculation, and the property taxes are… it’s complicated, but we’re facing some urgent deadlines, and you know how banks are…”
I continue reading …