My Parents Ordered Me To Hand My House To My Brother—But My Lawyer’s Laughter Changed Everything… I put the call on speaker, and my father didn’t ask—he ordered: “Sign your house to Randy by Friday or we’ll see you in court.” The line hissed like a bad AM station, my mother muttered about “family duty,” and across from me my attorney did the one thing nobody in my family expects when they try to scare me—she laughed. I’m Beverly, thirty-four, and five years ago I signed for a 1920s Craftsman eve