Chapter 7
The manager remained on speaker while the room unraveled.
Gregory asked whether Nora was currently at the property.
“Yes,” she said.
“Is there an active removal of personal or estate property occurring?”
Nora looked around.
Estate-sale tables.
Tagged lamps.
Stacked dishes.
Moving truck.
Strangers holding boxes.
“Yes.”
Brenda snapped, “That is none of his business.”
Gregory’s tone did not change.
“It may be, depending on the instructions attached to the account.”
That sentence made Brenda pale again.
Instructions.
Not just a box.
Instructions.
Nora felt Grandma Shirley in that word.
Her grandmother had always been precise.
Recipes on index cards.
Bills in labeled folders.
Photographs dated on the back.
Keys tied with ribbon and notes.
Shirley Bennett would never leave her life to Brenda’s “informal” control.
“What should I do?” Nora asked.
Gregory answered carefully.
“I cannot advise you legally. I can recommend that no property be removed until appropriate counsel or authorized estate representatives review relevant materials.”
Brenda laughed harshly.
“Relevant materials? You mean a box no one has opened?”
Gregory said, “I mean materials Mrs. Bennett arranged to preserve.”
The room fell silent again.
Preserve.
There was another Grandma Shirley word.
Nora looked down at the shattered bowl.
Not everything had been preserved.
Some things were already broken.
But not all.
Not the thing at the bank.
Not yet.
She turned toward the movers.
“Please put everything down.”
One worker immediately set a box on the floor.
Another lowered a framed mirror.
Brenda shouted, “I hired you!”
The worker looked at Nora, then at the broken bowl, then at the phone.
“Lady, I’m not touching anything else until this is sorted.”
Brenda’s mouth opened.
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