She held up the real deed.
“You went to my house today looking for this. You found the copies I left for you, because I wanted to know, once and for all, whether my son would rob his mother while she sat in a lobby wondering why lunch was taking so long.
Now I know.
I’d have given you anything, Arthur. If you’d asked. If you’d needed help, if you’d been in trouble, you had a mother who would have sold that house herself and handed you every dollar.
All you had to do was ask.
Instead you tried to erase me.
You’re my son, and I will grieve what you’ve done for the rest of my life.
But I did not run a law office for thirty-one years to be erased by an amateur.”
She sat down.
The judge voided the forged POA, froze the accounts, ordered restitution, dismissed the competency petition in its entirety, and referred the forgery and exploitation to the prosecutor.
