Roland read it standing in my kitchen, and by the second paragraph his hands were shaking.Odessa had not written it to accuse him. That was what none of us expected. She wrote to say she knew about the twenty-three thousand, and that she had forgiven it years ago, and that she had documented it only so that if he ever tried to take her house or her freedom in the name of protecting her, the record would stop him. She wrote that she loved him, that she had failed him somewhere she could not name, and that the saddest fact of her life was that her son visited four minutes a year while the woman next door paid a bill neither of them would discuss.<\/p>\n
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Then the will. She left Roland the house. All of it. The very thing he had come to fight for was already his, and he had spent the morning accusing a widow next door of stealing it. She left me nothing but the card table and the peppermints by the door, which was exactly the size of gift she knew I would accept.<\/p>\n
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