A Little Girl Selling Roses Told Me Her Mother Had The Same Ring As Mine And Asked If Mine Said Rosewood Inside Too
My name is Adele Rosewood and I have spent twenty-six years finding heirs. It is an unglamorous corner of estate law and I am good at it: dormant accounts, uncashed policies, safe deposit boxes drilled open by banks and shipped to the state, and somewhere out there a person who has no idea that anything is owed to them. On a Tuesday in March a seven-year-old girl asked me a question in the lobby of the Hyatt on East Wacker, and four months later I understood that the only heir I had never gone looking for was the one standing in front of me. This is all of it, chapter by chapter, from a basket of roses to a claim form worth three hundred and forty dollars.
Contents
- 1Chapter 1 — THE GIRL WITH THE ROSES
- 2Chapter 2 — WHERE IS YOUR MOTHER
- 3Chapter 3 — WHAT I THOUGHT IT MEANT
- 4Chapter 4 — THE INSIDE OF A RING
- 5Chapter 5 — MY MOTHER'S VERSION
- 6Chapter 6 — LOT 1147
- 7Chapter 7 — TEN YEARS UNTOUCHED
- 8Chapter 8 — THE ADDRESS ON THE NOTICE
- 9Chapter 9 — WHAT $340 BUYS
- 10Chapter 10 — THE NAME
- 11Chapter 11 — EVERYTHING WITH MY NAME ON IT
- 12Chapter 12 — TESS
- 13Chapter 13 — HELD IN PERPETUITY
- 14Chapter 14 — TWO RINGS