When she opened them, she looked at my parents.
Not at Lucy.
Never at Lucy.
“You were told that?” she asked.
Lucy glanced at me before nodding.
Mom rushed in.
“We never said that exactly.”
I turned toward her.
“You told me I was not allowed to tell Grandma.”
“That was because she gets upset.”
Grandma’s eyebrows lifted.
“I appear to be surviving.”
A couple of relatives looked down.
Rachel muttered, “This is getting ridiculous.”
Grandma heard her.
“Is the pool ridiculous?” she asked.
Rachel blinked.
“What?”
“The pool. Is it real?”
“Obviously.”
“Did it cost real money?”
Rachel’s mouth tightened.
“Yes.”
“Then Lucy’s loss is real too.”
Dad handed the page back toward Andrew, but Andrew did not take it immediately.
“There’s another issue,” he said.
Dad stared at him.
Of course there was.
Andrew asked Dad if he remembered signing paperwork for the collector.
Dad said he remembered paperwork but not every line.
Andrew nodded.
“That’s fair. I’m not asking you to remember every line.”
He opened the folder again.
This time he removed a copy of the seller’s document Dad had signed when the cello changed hands.
I could not read it from where I stood.
I didn’t need to.
Dad recognized it immediately.
His shoulders changed.
Just a fraction.
But I saw it.
Grandma saw it too.
Andrew pointed to one section.
“You represented that you had the authority to sell the instrument.”
Dad’s voice dropped.
“I’m her son.”
“That isn’t what I said.”
Dad looked at Grandma.
For the first time all afternoon, he seemed to understand that being her son was not going to answer the question.
Mom tried a different direction.
“We thought Margaret still owned it.”
Grandma replied immediately.
“No, you thought I wouldn’t find out.”
That landed harder than shouting would have.
Rachel set her drink on the patio table.
“I didn’t know about any documents.”
I looked at her.
“You knew whose cello it was.”
“I knew Grandma let Lucy use it.”
“She gave it to her.”
“I didn’t know that part.”
“You laughed when I said it belonged to Lucy.”
Rachel’s face tightened.
“She’s eleven, Emily. I thought Mom and Dad could make that call.”
Lucy flinched beside me.
Grandma noticed.
So did Rachel.
For once, Rachel did not keep talking.
Andrew put the seller document back into his folder.
Then he gave my father the first piece of news that actually changed the situation.
