“He was a good lawyer.” Joe tilted his head a little. I left the men there without a word to them, returning to my brothers and our bed. It was only the Indian though and the dogs regarded him suspiciously, Barley growling with his ears flat, and I grabbed handfuls of his neck and pulled him back down to me. An ambulance and a State Police cruiser with their lights flashing, but no sirens. “Right, that’s like your wedding ring, I guess.” He scratched his cheek. What was I going to do with money anyway? He asked me to be the executor. Mostly because it reminded me I needed to wash my own hair and my brothers’, which none of us enjoyed. I’d enjoyed it as well because it made me special, even though it was a particularly human thing to do, like brushing my teeth.
