A Twenty-Dollar Bill Dropped Into the Dust Beside a Tennessee Highway
The clerk behind the tall marble counter wore a brass name tag that said Mrs.
Gable.
She looked at my boots, then at the mud on my trouser cuffs.
“I need a title search run on a deed,” I said.
“A standard search takes five business days,” Mrs.
Gable said without looking up from her ledger.
“I need it done today,” I said.
“The expedited filing fee is three hundred dollars cash,” she said.