Paying three hundred thousand dollars of debt before being ordered out of the house
“I received the certified copy,” I said. “The courier delivered it at ten.”
“Marcus signed the release for the corporate shares at his lawyer’s office,” David said. “The paperwork is complete.”
“Did he have any questions?” I asked.
“He asked if you were going to press the criminal charges regarding the transfer,” David said.
“No,” I said. “The civil judgment is sufficient.”
“His mother is selling her condominium in Richmond,” David said, looking out the window at the garden. “To clear the remaining balance on the secured loan.”
“That was her choice,” I said.
“She adjusted her pearls three times while the lawyer explained the foreclosure terms,” David said. “She did not say a word to Marcus the entire time.”
“They will have to manage their own affairs now,” I said.
The kettle began to whistle, a low, steady sound that grew louder until I clicked the switch off.
I poured the hot water into the mug, the steam rising between us.
“Do you want a cup?” I asked.
“No, thank you,” David said. “I have a meeting at the bank on Broad Street in half an hour.”
