Sam Gold sat slumped in his chair. He had come into Grandfather’s office more confident, straighter, and taller, and now as he prepared to leave, he had to make an effort to lift himself. When he did so, there was a stoop in his back and a shuffle in his walk as he put on his hat and made his way to the door.
“Then Joel, I will see you tomorrow in the morning at, say, 9:00 a.m. at your firm. When we finish up, I’ll head to the airport to return home. I don’t want to leave my wife by herself. And Mr. Wolf, thank you again for taking our case. Please keep me informed daily.”
After Gold departed, I blurted: “Ok, I knew enough not to ask while Gold was here, but why the interest in the trophy?”
Grandfather spread out the four photos on his desk and asked me to examine them. Each showed an a
