The house in River Oaks
closed on schedule. I did not keep a dollar of that sale. Howard set up a fund, and the money went to Raymond’s foundation, the one the amendment had described: help for widowed parents, apprenticeships for young people entering the construction trades, and a shelter for victims of domestic abuse. On the first day it was open, I walked in and sat in the lobby for an hour. A young woman at the front desk asked if I needed help. I told her I was just looking. She gave me
a cup of coffee.
Trevor started his community service at a construction-trades training center the foundation helped fund. He spent two hundred hours sweeping floors and carrying lumber for a crew of nineteen-year-olds, none of whom knew his last name and several of whom, I’m told, found him very funny to boss around. He kept going after the hours were done.
