he died.
“Who called?” Dad asked.
“They didn’t give a name. Office manager said it was a woman asking what paperwork would be required if the policyholder died at home.”
Dad’s jaw tightened.
“What time?”
“Yesterday afternoon.”
I looked at Dad.
Yesterday afternoon he had been sitting on my couch complaining that my television was too complicated.
Someone had been asking what would happen if he died at home.
Harold promised to get the call information from the funeral home.
Dad thanked him.
Then he called his attorney.
This time,
