Gregory looked at Rachel.
She said nothing.
Then he looked back at me.
“Because I thought you were deteriorating quickly.”
“You are my lawyer.”
“I know.”
“Then why didn’t you speak to me?”
“I did.”
“When?”
“Several times.”
I searched my memory.
There were fragments.
Gregory in my apartment.
Gregory closing files.
Gregory asking whether I understood a revised partnership agreement.
Me telling him to stop treating me like an old man.
I hated those fragments because they did not fit neatly into the story I wanted.
I wanted Gregory to have betrayed me.
That would have been simpler.
“I should have handled it differently,” he said. “But you were refusing evaluations. You were cancelling appointments. You signed two documents and later said you didn’t remember signing them.”
Rachel interrupted.
“Were either of those documents financially damaging?”
“No.”
“Were they invalid?”
“No.”
“Then why did you conclude guardianship was appropriate?”
