on the point. He handled Nile’s estate. He’s seventy-five now, a little stooped, with white eyebrows that go everywhere and a bow tie every single day of his life. His office is above a bookstore on Front Street in Wilmington.
I sat in the leather chair across from his desk on May 12th.
“I want to give Cullen the beach house,” I said. “On his wedding day. I don’t know when that will be. He’s been with Blythe for two years now. I think it’s coming soon.”
Graham folded his
