Commander Evelyn Carter Came Home to Find Her Own Parents Suing Her for the Farmhouse
“Are there any manual filings on the parcel from this fall?” I asked.
Clara picked up her middle yellow highlighter, lined its tip up with the other two, and set it down.
“Your father came to this counter on November fourteenth,” Clara said.
“He paid thirty dollars in cash.”
“What was the thirty dollars for?” I asked.
“A duplicate title search certificate,” Clara said.
“He signed the request slip right here.”
She pulled a white counter copy from her tray and pointed to the signature line at the bottom.