They Cut My Grandfather’s Tree for Their Million-Dollar Entrance — So I Made Them Pay $75,000 a Year to Use It
Wyatt looked at the checks. Then he looked at me. He had my father’s eyebrows and his mother’s stubborn, silent anger. “She doesn’t know about the courtesy folder, does she?” he asked. “She does not,” I said. “And we aren’t going to tell her. We are going to let her sign her own deposition.”…
