gave a wet, ridiculous half laugh.
“No, honey.”
He stared at the signature on the attorney’s note.
“He’s Grandpa’s friend.”
I nodded.
“Did you know him?”
I had to think.
Then memory returned.
“Tom Bell. Oh my God.”
I leaned back.
“He used to come by the house when I was little. He and Grandpa fished together. He wore those awful brown suspenders and cheated at card games.”
Adrian smiled through his tears.
“You forgot him?”
“I forgot a lot after your grandfather died.”
That was the truth too.
Grief
