“The company did.

They pay the fee, they get the copy.” She tucked her hair behind her ear.

Under the appraisal was a waiver of notice.

My name printed across the top, my Boston address, the docket number in blue ink.

“I never filed this.”

Helen leaned over the page.

“That came in Monday with a runner.

The signature page went up to the judge, so this is your copy.”