I’d been thinking about it since Saturday night. Lying awake in my apartment above the hardware store.
What did I want? The money? The land? Most of it was gone. The wedding was spent. The truck was
being driven. The pontoon was floating on West Okoboji.
I didn’t want to sue my parents. I didn’t want to sit in a courtroom in Creston across a table from my mother.Get Parenting Tips
“I want them to know,” I said finally. “That we know. Both of us.”
Margaret nodded slowly.
“That’s not something the law can give you,” she said. “That’s something you’ll have to do
yourselves.”
On the way out, she stopped us at the door.
“There’s one more thing,” she said. “The prior will. The 2015 one. You said your mother found it in
your grandfather’s desk.”
“That’s what she told Brit.”
