“That’s the deal.”

I signed Samantha Ross in blue ink.

He signed as the witness and wrote the time on the cover sheet.

“Do you want a plaque out at the entrance?” he asked.

“No plaque, thank you.”

He folded the agreement and slipped it into his folder.

I kept my copy and put it in the briefcase next to the Delaware certificate.

A gray gull strolled along the edge of the tall grass and stopped beside my water cup, eyeing it.