like to read it,” I said.
“Mom, come on. We don’t have all day. Parking’s…”
He stopped.
The room went very quiet.
Sarah looked at the floor. Michael looked at the balloon.
“Parking’s expensive,” I murmured. “I know.” David reluctantly passed me the papers. Wearing the glasses Joyce had brought at seven alongside my purse and nightgown, I read the first page: a durable general power of attorney effective immediately, allowing the agent to sell, buy, mortgage, or transfer my real estate. The second authorized gifts, beneficiary changes, and transfers