Zula shook her head no and glanced at the will. “She’s just the most senior next of kin, I guess you would say. I don’t know how it works. If we’re going to do something—to pull the plug or whatever—she would want to be in on it.” Her face screwed up and she went into a little cry.

“I’m sorry,” Stan said. In addition to nonplussed, he seemed a bit of a mess emotionally. It was evident that he too had cried, and done it recently enough that he had a lingering case of the sniffles. He had probably looked at Richard on his way in. “Who is named as the executor?”

Zula looked up, sniffled, controlled it. Then her eyes turned to Corvallis.

“Sorry, I haven’t read the will,” Corvallis began.

Zula interrupted him. “I have. You’re the executor, C-plus.”

“Oh.” Corvallis said. “Holy shit.”

“You and I have a lot to talk about then,” Stan said.

“But he’s not technically dead yet, right?” Corvallis said. “So, the will doesn’t kick in. Not until—”

“Not until there is a death certificate,” Stan said with a nod. His eyes strayed toward the health care directive. He sniffled once more and nodded at it. “That was drawn up personally by Christopher Vail Jr.,” he said. Seeing that this meant nothing to the others, he elaborated: “The cofounder of our firm. He took early retirement about five years ago. Early-onset Alzheimer’s. He’s in a special hospice now. He’s feeling no pain. But he won’t be able to help us with these documents.”

“Have you read them?” Corvallis asked.

“In the Uber, on the way here.” Stan raised his eyebrows in a mute commentary on what he had seen on those pages, and Corvallis was unable to hold back a faint smile.

“I took the liberty of running a diff,” Corvallis said.

“I’ll guess that is some kind of technical term?”

“I ran a text analysis program that compared these documents with the ones on the Internet that they were obviously adapted from.”

“How did you obtain an electronic copy? These are paper,” Stan pointed out.

“I took a picture of it with my phone and OCRed it,” Corvallis said.

Stan seemed to find it all a bit irregular. “What did you learn from ‘running a diff’?”

“Christopher Vail Jr. didn’t just blindly copy the boilerplate language,” Corvallis said. “He made changes.”

“I would certainly hope so!” said Stan.

“Not to the technical instructions, of course—that’s all the same, word for word. But in the language around it he added some other provisions.”