will? Someone responsible should be listed in case something happens.”
“I told you, Raymond. I’m fine.”
He asked which bank I used.
He wanted to know whether I owned the apartment.
He mentioned Aunt Margaret again, proudly describing how he had handled everything near the end of her life.
I remembered that Margaret had died almost penniless in a rented room.
For the first time, I wondered why that memory made me so uneasy.
Still, I ignored my instincts.
I had spent much of my life ignoring things that made
