Every Night at Six Thirty, Bob Drove Away, Until His Other Wife Said My Name
The document named just one legal owner of the Oakridge bungalow: Penelope Vance.
No joint co-signers were listed under my name, no pending quitclaim notes, and no second mortgages registered anywhere in the county records.
I laid the tax receipt in my lap and picked up my coffee mug.
The bungalow stood solid at my back, clear of any claims and clear of Bob’s hidden debts.
At eleven that morning, I walked into the main lobby of First Community Bank on Main Street.
Donald was standing in his corner office, straightening files on his desk blotter.