At My Grandmother’s Will Reading I Got a Rusty Key While Everyone Else Took Everything Else

I thanked her and went back to what I was doing.

Now, standing in the attorney’s office with orange rust on my palm, I was less sure.

The will reading took place in the office of Howard Fitch, who had been Grandma’s attorney for thirty-five years. We gathered in his conference room like a jury awaiting a verdict. My parents on one side, stiff and formal.continue reading …