My father flung my grandmother\u2019s savings book onto her open grave as if it were worthless.
\u201cIt\u2019s useless,\u201d he said, brushing dirt from his black gloves. \u201cLet it stay buried.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The entire cemetery fell silent.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Rain ran down my cheeks\u2014maybe tears, maybe not. I was twenty-six, in the only black dress I owned, standing among relatives who had spent the whole funeral whispering that Grandma had \u201cwasted her last years\u201d raising me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My father, Victor Hale, looked at me with the same cold smile he wore when I was twelve and begged him not to sell Grandma\u2019s house.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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\u201cYou heard the lawyer,\u201d he said. \u201cShe left you that little book. Not money. Not land. A book. Typical old woman nonsense.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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