Whatever you’ve got, have it in your hand by three, not on your phone.”

I opened the yellow folder on my lap and spread the pages so the wind couldn’t take them.

The deed.

The settlement statement.

A letter from the water department with my name and that address on it, which I hadn’t been able to throw away because it was the first mail that ever came to a house of mine.

“Read me the top of the deed,” Rachel said.

“October first.”