She put her finger on page nineteen.
“This deed hasn’t recorded, Margaret. And you haven’t designated. You never told anybody in writing whether this was a gift or a loan. And this rider, right here, gives you the right to direct the title until that acknowledgment is signed.”
I stared at her.
“So until you make that designation,” Linda said, “you have a legal choice. You can direct the title to Danny and Sarah, the way everybody assumed you would. You can put the house into a trust. You can take the title in your own name. Or you can ask the escrow company to return your funds entirely.”
I stared at the page under her finger.
“Which one is right?” I asked.
Linda smiled at me. A small, kind smile.
“That isn’t a legal question, Margaret,” she said. “That’s the one I can’t answer for you.”
We spent the next three days going through everything.
Linda took my legal pad, with all my two-in-the-morning arithmetic on it, and she sorted every single item into piles on her big wooden desk.
The wedding money. Twenty-eight thousand. That was a gift. Clearly. There was a thank-you card from Sarah, in her loopy handwriting. “Thank you for giving us the wedding of our dreams.”
The car. A gift.
The furniture. The six-thousand-dollar emergency. Those were ambiguous. Nobody had said anything either way.
And then the smaller ones. The repairs. The bills. The late rent.
Those came with text messages. I’d saved all of them. I save everything.
“Mom, I promise I’ll pay you back by spring.”
“I’ll Venmo you on the first of the month, I swear.”
“Can you spot me $2K for the transmission? I’ll pay it back with my bonus.”
“This is just a loan Mom, I’ll get it back to you by Christmas.”
There were nine of them. Over four years.
Linda added them up on Walt’s calculator.
“Twenty-three thousand dollars,” she said. “Supported by messages where your son uses the words ‘pay back’ or ‘loan.’ In his own words.”
None of it had ever been repaid. Not one dollar.
“These are loans, Margaret,” Linda said. “Documented loans.”
“I don’t want to sue my son,” I said.
“Nobody said anything about suing.”
“Then what?”
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