Which is why, when my father started telling her she was “getting forgetful,” she got suspicious instead of scared.
“A woman who ran a law office for thirty-one years knows what a durable power of attorney can do,” she told me, as we drove toward the courthouse. “I signed a temporary one after my knee surgery, for the six weeks I couldn’t drive. Temporary, Ivan. It expired two months ago.”
“So he’s been using an expired POA?”
“That’s what I need the courthouse to confirm.”
At the county courthouse, we pulled the records.
And Grandma — who apparently still knew exactly how to read a legal file — went very still.
