On a Quiet October Afternoon, I Watched My Daughter-in-Law Skid to the Edge of Meridian Lake, Yank the Leather Suitcase I’d Gifted Her on Her Wedding Day from the Trunk, and Hurl It into the Water. She Had No Idea That I Was Watching from the Tree Line, and That the Suitcase Didn’t Contain the “Old Junk” She Wanted to Discard, but the Original Deed to the Multi-Million Dollar Family Estate—And by Throwing It Away, She Had Just Legally “Abandoned” Her Right to the Very Roof Over Her Head.
The Silent Witness at the Water’s Edge The air was crisp and smelled of decaying leaves when I saw her…