Court Papers in the Locked Drawer of a Community Doctor
“It has stood for sixty years,” I said, turning to look at her. “The logs were cured in the sun before they were ever notched.”
Ben leaned against the deck railing, his boots leaving faint dusty prints on the gray wood. “Karen called while we were loading the car. She said the divorce filings were officially recorded at the courthouse this morning.”
“Did she say anything else?” I asked.
“She said David’s attorney, Arthur Sterling, has already advised him to list his share of the suburban house,” Ben said, his voice dropping. “David is looking at a practice in Marquette. He wants to be out of Oak Creek before the medical board completes their review.”
“He always hated the winters up north,” Emma said softly, her finger still winding the strand of hair. “He used to say the lake effect snow was too much for his joints.”
“He will adapt,” I said. “He is a resourceful man.”
