the hallway.
They had already begun packing her belongings to list the property.
As soon as Grandma stepped out of the car, Wendy rushed forward, her hands fluttering nervously.
“Eleanor! Please, it was a misunderstanding! We were just trying to secure your assets so you wouldn’t have to worry about managing the house—”
Grandma Eleanor held up one hand, stopping my mother dead in her tracks.
“Save your breath, Wendy,” Grandma said flatly. “The temporary power of attorney is revoked. The clerk at the county office has already flagged the
