Every Night at Six Thirty, Bob Drove Away, Until His Other Wife Said My Name
“Not one,” he said, tapping the green cover sheet.
“It lists Willow Lane as his one and only primary legal residence.”
Clara picked up the certified tax form and slid it into the manila envelope with the deed copy and Donald’s signature cards.
“And what about that title query logged at the courthouse last Tuesday?” I asked.
“Somebody asked for a draft power of attorney on your Oakridge address,” Clara’s cousin said.
I looked down at the envelope lying on the Formica table.