Grandma didn’t hesitate.
“I want it done properly and completely,” she said. “He’s my son. I carried him and I raised him and I will love him until I die. And he tried to have me declared incompetent so he could steal my house. Both of those things are true, Margaret. I’m too old to pretend they’re not.”
Then she told us about the house.
“The house is the whole point,” she said. “The bank withdrawals — the fifty-five thousand — that’s real, and it’s bad, but it’s not the prize. The prize is the house.
Your grandfather and I bought that house in 1968. It’s paid off. It’s on four acres that the new development wants badly. It’s worth far more than anyone in the family realizes, because I never talked about money, because that’s how I was raised.
Arthur knows what it’s worth. He’s had a developer’s offer in his pocket for a year.
But he can’t sell it while I’m alive and competent and living in it.
So he needed me not competent, and not living in it.
Hence the garden.”
She opened her purse again and took out the envelope. HOUSE DEED, in my grandfather’s handwriting.
“When Arthur started acting strange,” she said, “I did something. I took the real deed and my important papers out of the house file and hid them. Then I put convincing-looking copies back in the drawer where he’d expect to find them.
Today, while they were dumping me at that facility, I’m betting your father went to my house to get the deed, so he could move on the sale while I was locked away.
He found the copies.
He thinks he has what he needs.
He doesn’t.
The real deed is in my coat pocket, and the house is still, legally, mine.”
I stared at my grandmother — seventy-nine years old, church coat, hair pinned, three moves ahead of everyone.
“Grandma,” I said. “You planned all of this?”
“I hoped I was wrong,” she said quietly. “I set the trap because I prayed he wouldn’t walk into it. A mother hopes, Ivan, right up until the moment her son leaves her in a lobby and drives away.
He walked into it.
Now we spring it.”
Margaret was already drafting.
“First,” she said, “we void the forged POA and file an emergency order freezing every account Arthur has access to. Tonight. Second, we document the forgery formally. Third—” she looked at Grandma “—Eleanor, there’s going to have to be a hearing. And Arthur’s going to be in the room.”
