Left the house early this morning, drove through pouring rain an hour to Danbury. Still drizzling an hour later when I left my new lawyer’s office. Yes, out with the old, in with the new. The one who may yet save me, my sanity. His brother’s wife’s brother’s wife’s mother is my neighbor. He believes that two and a half years’ time is way too long to still have an unsettled simple estate. He said those unholy words, "remove the fiduciary" that my lawyer for the past year and a half has refused to speak. And, he proposed a deadline of thirty days. A deadline? I say, A deadline! Hope once again rises in my heart; a man who–like me–is not afraid of naming deadlines.
Within a half hour of being home, I’ve sent out the e-mail: Dear…., Your legal services are no longer required on my behalf in the matter of …. I can’t help it; I snicker with delight.
Early afternoon I hear the mailtruck in the driveway. The Books! The Books! And just as I approach the smiling mailman, the sun comes out and shines with all its heart.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology