He had never once, in four years, looked at his own lease.
The lease renewed every ten years.
The second ten-year term had begun in year eleven.
It would end — Cordelia found this in the first week — in fourteen months.
And it had one clause my mother had insisted on, that her attorney had called unusual and she had called “obvious.”
“The Landlord may terminate this Lease upon ninety days’ notice in the event the Tenant is found by any court or agency to have made a materially false statement regarding the employment, compensation, or injury of any person working on the Premises.”
“She wrote that,” Cordelia told me, in month two, “in 2006.
Twenty years ago.
Toni, your mother wrote a clause about the mixer before there was a mixer.”
“She wrote a clause about him,” I said.
“She’d met him.”
Page one: the deed.
Page two: the lease, with the clause.
