Call four: the three largest things. The refrigerator, the washer, and the dryer — I called the appliance store where I’d bought them and asked whether they still had my purchase records, and whether the warranties were in my name.
They were. All three. Which turned out to matter.
And then the list. I went through that house, room by room, with my notebook and my phone, and I photographed every single item on my list, and every receipt that went with it, and I emailed all of it to myself, to Delphine, and to the lawyer’s office at eleven forty at night.
The Three Things the Lawyer Told Me To Do, Which I Want Every Older Person Reading This to Write Down
Because this is the useful part of the story, and everything else is just a sad family.
