friends who look like you.”
“Actually,” Malcolm said, “I’ve known her longer than you have.”
Gloria stepped forward. She extended a business card.
“Gloria Nakamura,” she said. “I represent your mother.”
David took the card. He read it. His face went pale.
“Represent her?” Sarah said. “For what? She doesn’t need a lawyer.”
“She does,” Gloria said, “since you filed a petition yesterday afternoon at 4:22 asking the King County Superior Court to appoint David as her emergency guardian and conservator.”
Silence swept the room.
Michael turned slowly from