She sat down across from me.
“Are you going to take the money?” she asked.
I shook my head.
“No,” I said. “But I’m not going to sit around and let them do whatever they want while I wait for somebody else to save me, either.”
She nodded slowly, like that was the answer she’d been hoping for.
I took a blank sheet of paper from her legal pad. I wrote three questions on it, numbered, in big letters.
Who actually used the power of attorney?
What transaction did it make possible?
Why does this deed have the same document number as my old limited one?
Opal read them over my shoulder.
“Good,” she said. “Now go to bed. You can’t fight anybody on two hours of sleep.”
“I slept on two hours of sleep for four years.”
“And look how well that went,” she said.
I laughed for the first time all day.
