Page 148 of Something True


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The lawyer frowned. "Who's Derek's dad?"

"Sorry," I said, "I meant Mister Mitchell."

"Oh, don't worry about him," the lawyer said. "He's been signing anything I put in front of him."

I almost couldn’t imagine. "Really?"

"Yeah," the lawyer said. "Gotta give the guy credit, too."

I wasn't sure what he meant. "Why?" I asked.

"You know, because of the broken arm."

Ididn'tknow. I gave a confused shake of my head. "He broke his arm?"

"Yeah. Some accident in Bermuda." The lawyer grinned. "A damn shame, huh?"

When I gave Joel a sideways glance, he reached up to rub the back of his neck. "Uh. Yeah," he said. "A shame."

The lawyer was still grinning. "Not just a shame. Adamnshame." And then, whistling a happy tune, he was soon gone.