“Lawyer Larry, my sister Alberta’s in the ICU. Days to live. When her husband Herb died, he left her his house for life. If she doesn’t do something his hateful sister Marlene gets it. She wants me, Angie, to have it.”
Larry drafted papers, went to see Alberta. On a respirator and intubated, she couldn’t speak. He got the job done anyway.
“Larry,” asked wife Wendy: “How did you know what she wanted?”
“I said ‘Squeeze my hand once if Angie gets the house.’ She wouldn’t stop squeezing, a love grip. She only let go to sign the new will.”
Larry drafted papers, went to see Alberta. On a respirator and intubated, she couldn’t speak. He got the job done anyway.
“Larry,” asked wife Wendy: “How did you know what she wanted?”
“I said ‘Squeeze my hand once if Angie gets the house.’ She wouldn’t stop squeezing, a love grip. She only let go to sign the new will.”
