Then she moved on.
In the dining room, the printed list was still on the table.
Beside her coffee mug lay a power-of-attorney form printed from Hamilton County Legal Services.
The title was centered at the top in bold letters.
Someone had placed a pen on top of it.
That small gesture offended her more than the form itself.
It assumed she would sign because a pen had been provided.
She walked past it.
In the junk drawer, under rubber bands, old keys, and a packet of stamps, Robert had
