My Husband Put My Sick Mother on an Air Mattress and Said He Made the Rules, but What I Did Next Changed Everything
“You’re being nice to him?”
“I’m making dinner for guests.”
“Who?”
“A few people.”
“Should I stay in my room?”
“Absolutely not. You are sitting at the table.”
“Sara. Gabriel—”
“I have handled Gabriel.”
“How?”
“You’ll see.”
Gabriel came home at six and noticed the table was set for five.
“People are coming?”
“Yes.”
“Who?”
“Judith and Patricia Greene.”
He frowned.
“The attorney who handled our closing?”
“Yes.”
“Why is she coming to dinner?”
“We have something to discuss.”
“About what?”
“The house.”
He went quiet.
Judith arrived first and immediately sat beside Mom, talking to her about the garden. Patricia arrived at seven carrying a briefcase. Gabriel recognized her immediately.
“Patricia. It’s been a while.”
“Nine years,” she said.
“What brings you here?”
“Sara asked me to discuss something.”
He looked at me.
“Let’s eat first,” I said.
Dinner was strangely pleasant. Gabriel could be attentive and charming when he wanted to be, which had always made the other version of him harder to confront. Mom ate more than she had in several days. Judith kept the conversation relaxed.
After dinner, Patricia opened her briefcase and placed a document on the table.
Gabriel looked at it.
“What is that?”
“The deed to this property.”
“I know what a deed looks like.”
“I know. I prepared this one.”
She pointed to the ownership section.
“When you and Sara purchased the property nine years ago, it was recorded as jointly owned property with both names on the deed.”
“Yes.”
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