“Bennett handles all our legal paperwork.”
Then I offered her more coffee.
She smiled and changed the subject.
A few days later, I overheard my youngest son, Roman, speaking on the phone.
“I’ll drop Mom’s statements off. Don’t worry about it.”
I assumed he meant bank statements.
I thought he was helping me.
Walter had just died.
Everyone kept offering assistance.
At the time, it felt comforting.
When I mentioned it to Janet, she hesitated.
“Roman’s been helping with the banking,” I said.
“That’s good, Mom.”
“And Denise keeps bringing
