“Your lawyer?”
“Yes.”
“Since when do you need a lawyer to speak to your husband?”
“Since my husband began using my name on documents I didn’t sign.”
The silence that followed was so complete that I could hear the refrigerator humming.
Finally, he said, “Who told you that?”
I looked at the kitchen window.
“Does it matter?”
“Margaret, you’re misunderstanding something.”
“Then explain it.”
“It’s complicated.”
“Good. My lawyer enjoys complicated things.”
He hung up.
I stared at the phone.
Then I wrote down the time of the call and what he had said.
It was a small thing.
But it felt like the beginning of a different kind of life.
For the next several days, David worked with the bank to determine what had happened. He requested the original loan application, asked for the relevant records, and contacted the company involved in Lisa’s investment.
Meanwhile, Susan and I began to uncover a pattern.
