Nora Played Six Days of Recordings at Her Second Anniversary Dinner

“That girl sat at my Easter table,” he said.

Julian’s chair scraped back an inch and stopped.

“I signed it,” he said.

“Nora.

It’s signed.

Just don’t walk this into the state’s attorney’s office Monday morning.”

I folded the deed along its crease.

“You put my name on a loan application in your own handwriting.”