I felt a flicker of something about in a solicitor’s office in the April that I am not proud of and am putting in anyway.
He had thought about it. He had taken a ring out of a tin for a woman he had decided not to marry, and then he had made sure, in writing, that she did not end up with it.
That man was eighty-nine and he was clearer about the difference between a kindness and a transaction than anybody else in this account, including me.
What we did.
Ruth Benedek, a solicitor in Kirby Dell who does two afternoons a month at the library, did the paperwork in the November and would not take anything for it.
The deed instruction went to the cemetery office. The funeral was arranged and paid for in advance with a firm in Harling — he chose the coffin himself out of
