After all, I reminded him, I was Eleanor’s lawyer. And I wanted to help. I could help look for the Folio—Eleanor had probably stashed it in some secret hidey-hole—and I could also talk to Darlene about the will and ask if the family still wished me to assist with the sale of the book. On the drive over to his grandmother’s house, I asked Wes about the family lore surrounding the First Folio, and he told me pretty much the same thing Eleanor had said, that Frank inherited the rare book from his uncle. Sometime later, it was lost. And now it was lost again. When we arrived at Eleanor’s house, a yellow Cape Cod with a stone walkway leading to a welcoming red door, we were greeted by a very frazzled Darlene. From the entryway, I could see a room to the left that seemed to be in a state that matched Darlene’s. It was a combination office/library/sitting room with a desk and filing cabinets on one side and comfortable chairs and reading lamps arranged on the other. Floor-to-ceiling bookshelves lined the wall facing the doorway.
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