"He'll either have me killed," she said dramatically, "or I'll get every Goddamn penny of what's due." She paused for effect after that declaration an... then went on. "But he can't have me killed because he knows the evidence is in my attorney's possession. We've shown it to his lawyer." The story went on and on as she poured down the wine. I helped her keep her voice down. I had begun holding her hand. I'd regularly go sssh and give a little squeeze.There was a good chance that I could sleep. If the fund recipient did not use the fund for school, he or she could not receive a penny from the fund. I laughed and said grandpa did that because he knew Greg was lazy but greedy and this way he would be required to learn something.Another condition was that I had to live in Grandpa’s house on the estate and use his housekeeper and cook for the next five years. Again a no brainer, it was a very big and very nice house. I had always loved staying there when visiting grandpa. It did become my. I’m not affected.”Mrs. Hartwell looked at me with eyes full of meaning. She wanted me to do something.I looked at the key in my hand, and so Lisa could plainly see what I was doing, I dangled it over the island counter and let it fall. It was quiet but distinct as it landed and the chain made a pile.I looked at Lisa. She smiled but it didn’t feel right. Yes, she was under the influence of the key, and I would have to find a way to put the key on her without her realizing it. I stepped around. ‘Are you well, Brother Paul?’ The voice of the priestess was soft and sweet, and, Paul thought, very faintly amused. ‘No,’ he replied. He gave up the charade. They had been conversing about the various miracles performed by their respective deities, but his heart was not in it. He closed his eyes and slumped back into the couch in his rooms, where they were talking. ‘I now know why there is a warning against strong drink. I feel like the adversary himself is using my head for my own personal.