I Came Home Early From Columbus and Found a Deed With My Name Signed on It

“I’m dealing with it,” I said.

“You don’t have to juggle Bennett while you run from one records office to another,” David said.

“I took the afternoon off.

I can stay right here with him until seven tonight.”

Bennett sat on the runner by the china cabinet in the hall, rolling a wooden train engine back and forth along the baseboard.

“Has Frank gotten in touch with you about the Maple Street property?” I asked.

“No,” David said.