They Took Me to Court to Gain Control of the $1.2 Million My Grandfather Left Me

at five hundred dollars an hour and expected this to take perhaps two hours, perhaps less. He was older, well-groomed, the kind of lawyer who had testified to the reasonableness of unreasonable things for twenty years and had been paid handsomely for it. His fountain pen caught the light. He hadn’t looked at me yet.

I walked to the defendant’s table continue reading …