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“You can’t afford a lawyer,” my father said in court, completely certain that I didn’t stand a chance. I stood there alone. Then the judge spoke: “She won’t need a lawyer.” Their lawyer suddenly froze. “Wait… Is that really her?” My father’s face immediately went pale.

“You Can’t Afford a Lawyer,” My Father Said in Court, Certain I Didn’t Stand a Chance. Then the Judge Spoke: “She Won’t Need One.” “You…

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Part 1 My daughter-in-law forced me out of the house and even brought both of her parents over. The next day, they were already planning a party. But I didn’t come back alone — I returned with the new owner of the house. Their expressions changed instantly, and… The morning was damp and dank like most of my days since Miriam had left. 77 is the age when every day begins with aches and pains in different parts of your body and ends with thoughts of those who no longer sit beside you at dinner. I, Obadiah Lamb, have gotten used to being alone in this house in henlop and acres that Miriam and I bought back in the 80s. It’s big, twostory, overlooking the bay and an area I’m still trying to maintain despite my arthritis. That morning, I was making myself oatmeal for breakfast as usual. The TV in the kitchen was broadcasting the local news, the only voice breaking the silence of the house. I was about to sit down at the table when I heard the sound of a car pulling up. I looked out the window and saw my son Ingram’s silver SUV. What the hell? I muttered to myself. Ingram usually gave me advanced notice rather than showing up on my doorstep at 7 in the morning. I stepped out onto the porch wrapped in an old robe. Four people got out of the car. My son Ingram, his wife Beatatrix, and my grandsons Terrence and Alwin. Beatatrix immediately took charge of unloading the suitcases, not even bothering to say hello to me. Daddy. Ingram smiled strainedly as he climbed the stairs. We thought we’d come to visit you with six suitcases. I nodded at the trunk from which Terrence was pulling another bag. We plan to stay for a while. Ingram answered, avoiding my gaze. We’re renovating, remember? I told you about it on the phone. I didn’t remember anything like that. The last time we’d spoken was 2 weeks ago, and Ingram had only asked about my health and retirement. How long do you plan to stay?” I asked bluntly. “A couple weeks, maybe a month,” Ingram shrugged. “Don’t worry, we won’t bother you.” He patted me on the shoulder and made his way into the house. Beatatrix followed him, barely nodding at me, holding a fancy purse and a cell phone. “Hi, Grandpa,” Terrence mumbled, walking past with two suitcases. “Hello, Grandpa.” Alwin, my granddaughter, at least tried to smile, but she was immediately staring at her phone. I was left standing on the porch, looking out over the bay and thinking that my peaceful life had just ended. It took me about 10 minutes to gather my thoughts and return to the house, which was already filled with other people’s voices and smells. In the kitchen, Beatatrix was dumping the contents of my refrigerator. Obadaya, this cheese has been expired for 3 days, she exclaimed, showing me a package of cheddar. And what is this horrible sausage? It has so many nitrates in it, you could die on the spot. I watched in silence as she threw away the groceries I had bought only 2 days ago. I wanted to say that I had lived to be 77 years old, eating what I liked, but I held back. Ingram, meanwhile, was walking around the house, looking around the rooms and talking on the phone. Papa, he said, coming back into the kitchen. Beatatrix and I will take the master bedroom, will you? You’ll be more comfortable on the first floor, so you don’t have to go up the stairs. I felt something inside me clench. The master bedroom was the room where I’d slept with Miriam for 45 years. There were still her pictures standing there, her books lying around. I’m quite comfortable in my bedroom, I replied, trying to speak calmly. I take the stairs every day. It’s good for my joints. But Papa, Beatatrix intervened. You are 77. It’s dangerous to climb stairs at your age. What if you fall at night when you go to the toilet? I have an upstairs bathroom, I objected. And I’ve never fallen down the stairs in my entire life. There’s a first time for everything, Beatatrix said. Ingram, tell your father we’re concerned for his safety. Ingram looked at me with that peculiar mixture of pity and irritation that I had begun to notice in his gaze in recent years. Dad, please. It’s only for a few weeks. Besides, the bedroom on the first floor is quite cozy. Cozy wasn’t the word I’d use to describe the former guest room. There was a narrow bed, an old dresser, and nothing else. But I realized it was useless to argue. I nodded and went upstairs to gather my things. Moving into the small room took me all day. Not because I had a lot of stuff, but because every item in the master bedroom was connected to a memory. the picture of Miriam and me on the beach in Cape May. Our wedding rings in a box on the dresser, her favorite vase that I never put away after she died. By the time I was done that evening, the house no longer looked like the one I’d lived in for the past 40 years. Beatatrix had hung some modern paintings, arranged her knickknacks on the

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On Christmas Eve, my grandfather came to dinner and asked, “Did you receive the house I gave you two years ago?” I looked at him in shock and said, “What house? I never received anything…” My grandfather slowly turned toward my parents. Their faces instantly went pale. And then everything changed.

On Christmas Eve, My Grandfather Came to Dinner and Asked, “Did You Receive the House I Gave You Two Years Ago?” On Christmas Eve, my…

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