“Sign the green card and print your name underneath.”

I signed with Toby on my shoulder.

He grabbed the card before I could pull it away, so I gave him the pen instead.

He decided the pen was fine too.

She handed me a stiff envelope with the court’s seal printed where the flap folds over.

Then a second one, thin, from the county recorder.

“Two of them,” I said.

“Two of them.