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“Your grandmother left a letter to be read if anyone attempted transfer without your consent.”
My mother whispered, “No.”
“Yes,” Harold said.
He opened it.
Grandma Evelyn’s handwriting was unmistakable. Firm. Slanted slightly right. Blue ink, as always.
Harold read aloud.
“If this letter is being read, then someone has tried to take what was meant to be continue reading …
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