“Mr.

Hale will go over every item of property before anything leaves this house,” Margaret answered, holding her lapels.

Grant came out onto the porch as the court officer signaled that my twenty minutes were up.

“We’ll bring your personal suitcases to your scheduled visit,” Grant said, the front door key in his hand.

The commercial courier came at six on Tuesday while heavy rain beat against my apartment windows.

I ripped open the stiff cardboard envelope and drew out four pages printed on heavy legal paper.