“I want the one with the original receipt and the bank instructions.”
The bookkeeper laid her pencil across the invoice stack.
“Mrs. Lorraine ordered the original file moved,” she said.
Caleb shut the ledger.
“When?” I asked.
“Last Thursday,” she replied. “She told me it belonged with the estate papers.”
“Which estate papers?”
“I wasn’t told.”
Caleb stood and lifted the box beside his desk. “You have to understand that Mother has been managing these records for years. She moves files when she needs them.”
“Where did she move this one?”
He set the box down hard enough to shift the papers inside. “I don’t know.”
The bookkeeper looked at the closed cabinet behind him. Its brass label read PROPERTY SALES, and the key was still in the lock.
“Is the file in there?” I asked.
Caleb removed the key and put it in his pocket.
“You should speak to Mother about her decisions.”
