Chapter 20

I stared at it, and then at the woman.

“You werenamed in his will,” she said.

“His will!” It seemed so incongruous, even more so than the fact that he had fifteen hundred dollars to throw around.

“There were other items that went to other beneficiaries.”

I shook my head. “I’m sorry,” I said. “I just—don’t understand.”

The woman looked at me, then got out a folder. Opening this she folded over a page and then read, “To Ian—no last name but your address and phone number for some reason—in thanks for his friendship.”

I stared and then choked up. Ducking my head, I fought for self-control. The woman respected my moment, but when I had recovered myself she said, “He was a good person.”

I nodded, sniffing. “Yes,” I said. “I knew that.”

“But troubled.”

I nodded again. We looked at each other and she gave me a sympathetic smile.

“I only knew him for a couple of months,” I said.

She nodded, looking at me completely without judgment.