Adelaide
A week ago
“Ralph, I want to see my father's will."
“Adelaide, this is unexpected. I didn't have you scheduled…"
“I won't take much of your time. I'm certain that Montague keeps you and your firm busy enough to warrant me a few minutes alone with the document."
He ran a pen through his fingers, slowly twisting it as it weaved a course above one digit, below the next. More than likely he wasn't even aware he was doing it. My mother detested nervous habits. She pointed out that they were signs of weakness. Something as simple as the bobbing of a knee showed vulnerability.
I sat statuesque, perched on the edge of the red leather chair facing Ralph Porter's desk, my knees together and back straight. If some people thought they could intimidate me after twenty years with Alton F
