Her face went white. Not pale. White. The knife was still in her hand.
Dad leaned forward and read the first page. Then the second. He stopped at the line in the margin. The handwriting in blue ink.
He set down his roll.
“Where did you get this?” Mom said. Her voice was very quiet.Track Pregnancy
“Margaret Pohl,” I said. “In Creston. She drew it up. In 2015. A month after Grandma died.”
“Jessie…”
“Brit told me, Mom,” I said. “What you told her. On the dock at Okoboji. The week before the wedding.”
Mom looked at Brittany. Brittany looked back at her. She didn’t look away.
“You promised,” Mom said.
“I know I did,” Brittany said. “I shouldn’t have.”
The Twins game was still on in the living room. Somebody hit a double. The crowd cheered. Nobody at the table moved.Shop Kitchenware
“It was legal,” Mom said finally. “The new will. The lawyer asked him if he understood. He said yes.”
