“You don’t understand!”
Linda jabbed a finger at me. “You’re going to do this? You’re going to put me on trial?”
Linda snapped, “You don’t understand!”
“We understand,” Ray said. “We’ve just been quiet.”
I finished the last part. “Take the funeral account to the bank. Put it under your mother’s name with two signatures required—yours and hers. Linda gets no access.”
I held up the letter.
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Linda lunged for the paper. Ray blocked her without touching her.
Linda’s eyes went wet. Her voice turned sweet. “Kate, honey. Let’s talk alone.”
“No,” I said.
Linda looked me in the eye.
