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Not in his Right Mind


          “Thank you for choosing Wein, Glass and Kaddish LLC as your
        legal partner,” said Beryl Wein, finding chairs around her desk for a
        clearly anxious trio. “As practitioners of family law, I’m certain we
        can find a solution to your difficulties.”
          Her practiced eye quickly identified familiar luminaries in this new
        constellation.  A  mother,  pushing  sixty,  her  face  imperfectly
        suppressing confusion, fear and anger. Her adult son, wound up with
        indignation and opinions, ready to impose his will on the meeting.
        And,  by  her  resemblance  to  the  other  two,  a  slightly  younger
        daughter, anguished but self-conscious and curious.
          “I am Sarah Narishke,” began the woman quickly. “These are my
        children, Aaron and Rose. We don’t want to commit to any sort of
        agreement with you unless you are certain you can help.”
          “Of  course,”  reassured  Beryl.  “And  if  there  happens  to  be  a
        settlement  involved,  we  offer  our  services  contingent  upon  that
        outcome. Otherwise, after this complimentary consultation, we will
        be happy to advise you at our standard discounted rates. I believe the
        receptionist gave you a schedule of our fees.”
          “Yes, yes.” Aaron Narishke could not restrain his impatience. “We
        know  we’re  on  the  clock,  Counselor.  I  think  I  can  present  the
        situation  clearly.  We  know what happened, more  or less.  What we
        don’t know is what we can do about it.”
          His mother bit her lip; his sister grimaced; his prospective attorney
        smiled encouragingly, pencil poised above a legal pad.
          “My father, Morris Narishke, was a successful businessman—until
        he  developed  early-onset  Alzheimer’s  disease.  I  will  not  detail  the
        process we went through to obtain a diagnosis. Suffice it to say that
        six months ago we received a prognosis that was very disturbing: his
        condition had deteriorated to the point that he probably would lose
        his mental and bodily functions sufficiently to warrant hospice care.”
          Mother and daughter reached into their purses in search of facial
        tissue. Beryl’s mind leapt ahead to documents requiring a signature
        that could no longer be obtained.

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