Nobody spoke until the frosted glass door settled completely into its frame. Mr. Callahan handed me the sealed envelope, and my mother finally raised her head. Inside was one page written in Eleanor\u2019s unmistakable slanted handwriting. She explained that the promissory notes had never been intended as a weapon. They were simply a lock on a door she knew Richard would eventually try to force open. She wrote that she loved her son, but she would not lie about him.<\/p>\n
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I read the letter twice, the brass keys growing cold in my other hand. For the first time since the funeral, I let myself cry where everyone could see me. I remembered the winter Eleanor taught me how to make a bed tightly enough to show respect. I had been nineteen, angry, and sleeping on a cot in the staff room when she handed me a folded sheet and told me anger worked better when it had somewhere to go. Click continue reading below<\/p>\n
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