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I called my lawyer, Mr. Goldberg, and told him about the deal. He was not too enthusiastic about the conditions either, but it was “definitely better than nothing if you’re smart about it.” He was an old friend of the family and knew me well. Too well, I might add. For him, it was good news because it meant that the dry spell might be over, and he was finally going to get paid for his work. He had been our family’s lawyer for more than forty years. In fact, my grandfather had hired him to do some paperwork when he was still a law school student. He continued to personally provide his invaluable services even after he had started his own firm, Goldberg and Associates, which became quite a respectable company in the City. I asked him to join me in the meeting with Jared’s team; I preferred to have him by my side to correct my slips of the tongue.

“Let’s do everything right this time,” Mr. Goldberg said, reminding me of some of my decisions in the past that had been made in a hurry.

I had to let my parents know. They had never been too worried about money for the greater part of their lives. My father didn’t show much concern for it outwardly because, as he explained once, he was “an old-fashioned gentleman and it was vulgar to talk about it.” That, however, didn’t mean that he was a reckless spender. On the contrary, he was trying his best to preserve what had been left to him. He also had other investments in different parts of the country and often travelled to meet with his business partners when I was young. His business activities and the financial returns on his investments had significantly subsided over the years after Charlie’s disappearance because he had been neglecting the business side and focusing more on supporting my mother and, probably, inwardly, dealing with it himself. Recently, despite the lack of a proven track of success on my side, he started to give me more opportunities, within certain financial limits, to help him with improving our financial situation and to teach me to “be accountable for my own actions and for the future of the family.” My mother had always trusted my father with all the financial decisions and didn’t want to spend her time “counting coins.”