“I need you to come with me to a notary’s office tomorrow,” he said without looking up.
There it was. The trap finally had a date.
“What for?”
“Some house paperwork. Nothing complicated.”
“What kind of paperwork?”
He sighed. That sigh he used whenever I dared to ask for an explanation. “Honey, I told you. It’s to improve the loan terms. Don’t worry, I handle that stuff.”
“Sure.”
“Just sign and that’s it.”
I looked him straight in the eye. “And then?”
He finally looked up. “Then what?”
“After I sign.”
He smiled slowly. “Then we can rest.”
He didn’t say we. He said “rest” like someone talking about an exit door.
