Forty-One Thousand Dollars and a Yellow Paper Envelope
“A licensed notary.
The seal is on every page.” She turned to a tab marked Deed.
“And here is the transfer.
And here is the bank letter closing the account.”
“May I see the notary page?” Arthur asked.
Brenda closed the binder an inch.
“You may see it in court.”
I reached for the binder.
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