my lawyers involved?”
“I don’t know yet.”
“Good.”
I blinked.
“Good?”
“You’re thinking.”
“I’m exhausted.”
“Often the same facial expression.”
I leaned back.
“What would you do?”
He studied me.
“If this were a business question, I would tell you exactly what to do.”
“And because it’s my marriage?”
“I would be suspicious of anyone who claimed to know.”
I hated how sensible that was.
Then Dad examined the guarantee again.
“However, there is something here you should investigate.”
He pointed toward the signature page.
“What?”
“The witness.”
I read
