Marlene and her brothers were already there, arranged as a jury. She crossed her legs and tilted her head towards me.
“How generous of you to come,” said Marlene. When do you plan to leave our father's house?
I put my hands together so they wouldn't shake me.
A small wooden box was on the desk. There was no will.
The lawyer adjusted his glasses on his nose and looked at each of us.
—Russell asked me to follow his instructions in order.
