A few days later I received an e-mail from Donald’s lawyer. I was sitting in Donald’s office in his chair with my laptop open on the desk. An afternoon breeze blew in through the open window.
Hello Dane,
Bobby’s mother thought you might want to see a picture of Donald’s son, so she sent this to me and asked me to forward it to you. Hope all is well. I’ll be in touch soon to see what you want to do about financial planning and possibly selling the Hollywood home. I can recommend some good folks for that.
Peter Schiller.
I opened the attachment and hit download, and soon a picture of a blond little boy about six years old popped up. Smiling, I studied him carefully. The resemblance to Donald was amazing. Especially the eyes. I couldn’t keep the grin off my face seeing a mini-me version o
