For Fourteen Years My Son Lived Rent-Free in a House He Believed Was His
“We can’t,” Davis said.
“Without your express corporate authorization, this application is dead in the water.”
I got up from the leather chair and buttoned my coat.
“Thank you for your time, Mr.
Davis,” I told him.
“I’ll leave the file open until five,” Davis said.
“After that, I’ll record the application as withdrawn for incomplete documentation.”
When I walked into the Oakridge Diner at two o’clock, it was quiet.
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