meant she wasn’t welcome anywhere in the family.
That little invitation meant more to her than the court judgment meant to me.
Three days later, Allison called.
“Can you come over tomorrow?” she asked. “I want to hear what happened in court while Ross is standing here.”
I agreed.
When I arrived, I found Ross pacing nervously in his driveway.
He was still insisting the bank had made an administrative mistake.
Allison stood on the porch, arms folded.
Then she asked him something unexpected.
“Ross, where exactly do you go
