you said you found my papers.”
Another pause.
Grant’s voice appeared faintly in the background.
“Hang up.”
Dad heard it.
“So Grant’s there too.”
Nobody answered.
Dad took a sip of coffee.
“Excellent. Saves time.”
Vanessa’s tone changed.
The grief vanished.
So did the authority.
Now she sounded irritated.
“Dad, there’s been a misunderstanding.”
He gave a low laugh.
“Those usually happen when somebody gets a date wrong or forgets a dinner reservation.”
He glanced at me.
“Not when they announce a man’s death while he’s eating breakfast.”
Vanessa started
