Near midnight, I found a red accordion folder.
The label read:
**RICHARD — LOANS**
Inside were copies of the Florida promissory note.
Two payment receipts.
Three letters Grandpa had sent Dad demanding that payments resume.
And a draft letter addressed to Grandpa’s accountant.
The last paragraph made me sit down.
Grandpa wrote that Richard had again asked him to cancel the remaining balance.
He had refused.
He was concerned that my parents believed his assets would eventually become theirs regardless of his wishes.
And he specifically instructed his accountant to make sure the debt remained listed as an asset belonging to his estate.
Rebecca read the date.
“This was written four months before the supposed forgiveness memorandum.”
“I know.”
The following morning, we found something even stronger.
Grandpa had mailed the completed version to his accountant, Helen Park.
She still had it.
