Chapter Eight
The very next day after the momentous business lunch, Bill and Elizabeth went to their lawyer with Kyle, who had recommended the man to them many years ago. The lean old gentleman in the proper vest and old-fashioned bow tie always exuded an air of conservative solidity, of discretion, of capability. Elizabeth had always felt a sense of security as she entered the diploma-bedecked, book-lined office, a confidence reinforced by the massiveness of the polished mahogany desk with its broad green blotter and its unnecessary yet very elegant brass nameplate. He had done marvelous work for Kyle’s magic business, the magician had said, and of course, he had drawn up the couple’s will as well, and the trusts for their children.
For this visit, though, Elizabeth suddenly had cold fe
