“Rob was a liar!” she shrieked, gulping air between the words.

“Rob took every dollar I had left and threw me out in the street!

And now I’m back to take what’s rightfully mine!”

She whirled to face me, jabbing her long crimson fingernail right at my nose.

“Half this house is mine, Daniel!” she shouted, her chest heaving under her silk blouse.

“I’m calling the real estate agent Monday morning, and there’s not one thing your sad little woodshop can do to stop me!”

Sarah reached for the wall phone beside the refrigerator, but I raised my right hand to stop her.