Boston Real Estate, a Greenwich Mansion, and Five Attorneys
“I’m not taking your moose.”
“You’re taking the moose, Marcus.”
He wrapped it in a page from the real estate section and set it beside his elbow.
Then he adjusted his glasses, which is what he does when he has weather to report.
“The deed was recorded at four twelve yesterday afternoon.
The will is in the probate file.
The clerk fixed the original filing on her own time.”
“Helen did?”
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