He was there at seven-fifty.
Call three: a lawyer’s answering service. Obviously nobody was in an office on Thanksgiving. I left a message with a service for a firm in Scottsdale that does elder law, which I found by searching the words elder law on my phone in the dark, which I had never typed in my life.
A woman named Rosalind Achebe called me back at nine-fifteen on Friday morning while the movers were carrying my sofa out the front door, from her own kitchen, on a holiday weekend, because the answering service had flagged my message as urgent.
She asked me nine questions. Then she said:
“Mrs. Collins, I need you to do three things today before you do anything else, and then I want to see you Monday at nine.”
