Iris Held On to Her Paid-Off Title When Her Father Threatened to Call the Police
I slipped the DMV copy behind the letter, folded them into a heavy manila envelope, and pressed the metal clasp down through the paper.
“The post office on Tenth Street opens at nine,” Monica said.
“I want to be first in line when the clerk unlocks the counter,” I said.
By eleven thirty, the thick morning fog over the Sacramento valley had burned off into a pale winter sun.
The clock on the wall above the administrative counter at the Sacramento police department read eleven thirty-two.
Sergeant Miller sat down behind the reinforced glass window and picked up my folder without taking off his leather gloves.
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