“He’s buying time to finish his driveway work before the holiday,” Nora said.

Brenda stamped my thirty-eight-dollar receipt in red ink and slid the yellow carbon copy across the counter.

“If you want to fight the stay, you’ll have to bring stamped deed verification straight to the board,” Brenda said.

Labor Day was eleven days off.

That gave Harry eleven whole days to keep pushing his cart driveway construction over my line.

At four o’clock I walked down to the shelter at Oak Creek Park.

Arthur Peterson was sitting alone at a green wooden picnic table under the tin roof.