Mounted in solid teak on the cedar wall of the pavilion behind our rocking chairs…
Beneath a clean pane of museum-grade non-reflective glass…
Was the Four-Inch Solid-Titanium Transponder Key.
Beside it, resting inside a velvet-lined rosewood shadowbox, was the empty silver tea canister that Patricia had carried into Courtroom 4B.
And beside the canister, preserved in a miniature bronze frame…
Was my grandfather’s original handwritten 1944 sovereign survey patent:
THE BENNETT HOMESTEAD // PARCEL 09
ACREAGE: 42 MILES OF SUBTERRANEAN BEDROCK
STATUS: SOVEREIGN & UN-ENCUMBERED
HELD IN TRUST FOR THE LINEAL HEIRS // AD INFINITUM
INSCRIPTION: BUILT PLUMB. HELD TRUE.
BALANCE DUE: ZERO.
A pair of white-tailed sea hawks broke from the high canopy of the northern pines along the bluffs, circling high on the thermal updrafts above the water, their broad wings catching the sun as they banked clean, deep, and free across the blue American sky.
I looked down at the hand-carved inscription on the arm of the cedar rocking chair beside my knee:
