Ditchley can't recall exactly when he first began to suspect that the lawyers were out to get him. Maybe it was when, as a young man, he bought a modest house—and had to take out a second mortgage to pay the lawyer's closing fee. Maybe it was when Grandmother left some money, and Ditchley, through his grief, began dreaming of a nice vacation and maybe enough left over for a snowblower. Then the lawyers got into the act, clucking about what a mess Grandmother had left and how lucky...
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