PART 19 – When I Finally Asked Them to Remember Their Own Signatures, the Confidence at Our Dinner Table Began to Disappear

Walter joined Gerald in the dining room later that afternoon.

I was already sitting there.

The brown envelope was on the table.

The company pen was beside it.

Gerald looked at the two objects.

Then he looked at me.

"What's this?"

I rested my hands in my lap.

"I thought we should finish our conversation."

Walter pulled out his usual chair.

He didn't sit immediately.

"There's nothing more to discuss."

I looked at him.

"Then this should be easy."

Gerald sat down.

Walter followed.

For a moment, the three of us were silent.

I could see that Gerald wanted to control the conversation.

But I spoke first.

"Three years ago, Gerald asked me to help him with a serious matter."

Walter looked at Gerald.

Gerald looked at the table.

I continued.

"We went to the lawyer's office on a Friday afternoon."

Nobody interrupted.

"There was a blue binder on the desk."

I looked at Walter.

"You were there."

He nodded once.

"And you both signed the papers."

Walter shifted in his chair.

Gerald leaned forward.

"Teresa, we remember."

I looked at him.

"Then why are you acting as though the only agreement that matters is the prenup?"

He didn't answer.

I opened the brown envelope.

I took out the acknowledgment.

My signature was still there.

I placed it on the table.

"This is what I signed the other night."

Gerald looked down.

"I know."

"It confirms that I received your documents."

"Yes."

"It doesn't say I accepted your settlement."

He pressed his lips together.

Walter spoke.

"You're making a distinction that doesn't change anything."

I turned toward him.

"Then why are you so concerned about it?"

He looked away.

I placed the remaining pages back inside the envelope.

I wasn't going to sign them.

I wasn't going to pretend that the Friday meeting had never happened.

And I wasn't going to allow either man to tell me that I had agreed to something I had not agreed to.

Gerald moved his hand toward the envelope.

I placed my hand on it first.

He stopped.

"Please listen to me," I said.

He looked at me.

"I have listened to you for forty years."

The words came out more quietly than I expected.

I hadn't planned to say them.

But once they were spoken, I couldn't take them back.

I looked at Walter.

"I listened to you, too."

He said nothing.

"I helped with your appointments. I remembered your prescriptions. I made sure you had what you needed."

Walter looked uncomfortable.

I turned toward Gerald.

"I worked in that company when it was two rooms above a hardware store. I kept the paperwork organized. I helped with the payroll. I took care of things nobody else remembered."

Gerald lowered his eyes.

"I know you worked hard."

I almost couldn't believe he had said it.

It was the first time he had acknowledged my work since the divorce announcement.

But it came too late to make me feel better.

I looked at him.

"Then why did you let your father tell me I had taken too much?"

Gerald glanced toward Walter.

Neither man answered.

I closed the envelope.

The sound of the paper folding seemed unusually loud in the room.

I placed it between us.

Then I looked at Gerald.

"Before either of you tells me again that I have nothing, I want you to remember exactly what happened that Friday."

Walter's hand rested beside his wineglass.

Gerald's fingers were still.

For the first time since the dinner, neither man seemed eager to reach for his food or change the subject.

I sat quietly.

I had finally stopped trying to convince them that I remembered.

They knew I remembered.

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