She went over to the garden hose reel by the patio wall and turned the brass handle.

The dark garden soil drank up the fresh water around the green lilac stems.

We walked back to the kitchen patio and sat down together at the round iron table.

I unzipped my leather document folder and took out the certified county record Nora had found.

The official paper felt heavy and cool in my hands in the evening air.

In the bottom right corner of the yellowed page sat the crisp blue official seal on the certified 1984 deed.