“I saw him put a key in the desk drawer weeks ago,” I said. “But I don’t know where he keeps it now.”
“The trust outline is public within the family,” Margaret said. “You have a copy from when your grandfather passed.”
“I haven’t looked at those papers in ten years,” I said.
“Look tonight,” Margaret said. “But be careful. If you start questioning George about his accounts, he will cut you off completely.”
“He wouldn’t do that to Rosie,” I said.
“He would do it to anyone who challenges his signature,” Margaret said.
She set her mug down on the wicker table, the sharp click of the ceramic sounding like a gavel.
“Your father has always been very careful about paper,” Margaret said, leaning back in her wicker chair. “Before he and Eleanor even stood at the altar, they signed a ledger. He wanted every asset accounted for before the vows were spoken.”
“I didn’t know that,” I said.
“No, they don’t talk about it,” she said. “But George doesn’t do anything on faith alone. Everything has a contract, a buffer, a clause.”
