Copies of Samuel’s original instructions are stored with the beneficiary.
Daniel read it twice.
Then he looked at me.
“Beneficiary?”
I thought of Robert’s cassette.
The ledger was never mine to hide.
Then another memory hit me.
Robert had changed his will six months before his d/e/@/th.
There was one clause I had never understood.
A charitable trust.
The Evelyn Hale Educational Foundation.
Daniel stared at me.
“There is no foundation.”
“No,” I whispered.
“But there is a trust.”
And suddenly I knew exactly where the rest of Robert’s secret was.
At his attorney’s office.
PART 6 — THE WILL MY HUSBAND WROTE FOR A SON WHO WASN’T HIS
Robert’s attorney, Harold Levin, was seventy-nine years old and still wore three-piece suits.
When I called him and mentioned Daniel Hale, he became silent.
Then he said:
“You’d better come in.”
All four of us went.
