The courtroom was dead silent.
“Mrs. Hamilton,” Margaret said, and for just a moment the stern judge disappeared and I saw the red-haired girl from the library basement. “Not only are you competent to manage your own affairs. You are one of the most competent individuals who has ever stood in this courtroom.”
She picked up her gavel.
“Case dismissed.”
The gavel came down. It sounded like a door closing.
As Patricia and Michael gathered their things, Michael stormed out first. He didn’t wait for his wife. He didn’t hold the door. Chen hurried after him, and Morrison trailed behind, already loosening his tie.
Patricia was the last one at the table. She stood up slowly. She walked halfway down the aisle. Then she stopped and turned around.
“Mom,” she said. “I’m sorry.”
I nodded.
“I know you are, sweetheart,” I said. “But sorry isn’t enough anymore.”
She nodded back. Then she walked out through those heavy wooden doors alone.
Margaret came down from the bench after the courtroom emptied. She took off her glasses and hugged me, right there between the counsel tables, which I’m quite sure is against some rule.
“Dorothy the Destroyer,” she said into my shoulder. “Still got it.”
“I had a good teacher,” I said. “Never let them see you coming.”
The cost hearing was set for six weeks later. It never happened. Two weeks before the date, Morrison’s office sent a letter to the court. Patricia had agreed to reimburse every dollar of my expenses, the court filing costs, the forensic document examiner’s fee that the estate had paid, and the bank’s charges for pulling seven years of records. $14,200 in total. The check came from an account in Patricia’s name alone.
Not Michael’s. Just hers.
I noticed that.
Two months after the hearing, Patricia moved out of the cold, modern house with the brass door handle. She and my granddaughter Emma rented a small apartment across town. Michael kept the house for a while, until the mortgage payments he’d been making with our “bridge loans” ran out. The bank sent the first notice in March. By summer, the house was listed for sale.
Patricia filed for divorce in April.
Six months after the trial, I sold the big house. The one where Patricia did her homework at the coffee table. The one where Robert died with the window open to the rain. I couldn’t stay in it anymore. There were too many rooms and not enough people.
I bought a small cottage by the ocean in Chatham, on Cape Cod. Two bedrooms. A porch with a view of the harbor. A bird feeder by the kitchen window, and on most mornings, a red cardinal.
I met with Harold Greene in his office one last time, and we set up a new estate plan. And I made a decision that took me a long time to make.
I donated half of Robert’s money, $31 million, to legal aid organizations across Massachusetts that represent elderly people fighting financial abuse. People whose children and grandchildren and caregivers want to put them under conservatorship. People who can’t afford a James Morrison. People who don’t have a law license tucked in an old handbag.
The irony was not lost on me.
The first time I walked into one of those legal aid offices, a young attorney fresh out of law school looked up from a pile of files and asked if I needed help.
“No, dear,” I said. “I’m here to help you.”
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