How Eighty Acres of Wisconsin Oak Ridge Exposed My Ex-Husband’s Cash Scheme

I stuck the post office return receipt onto the certified envelope.

The postal clerk pushed four dollars and eighty cents across the counter with her thumb.

She pressed a red rubber stamp into her ink pad and hit the corner of the envelope twice.

“Certified mail, return receipt requested,” she said, holding the edge down with her thumb.

“You want the green card sent back to your farmhouse once he signs?”

“Yes,” I said.