“There’s just the one original,” I said.

“I’ll take it down to the county clerk Monday morning.”

“Fine,” she said, hitching her purse strap up onto her shoulder.

“Just make sure my name’s gone for good.”

She spun around and stalked back into the living room, seizing the handles of her two black suitcases.

Mark planted himself in the middle of the narrow hall, so she had to knock her elbow against his shoulder to squeeze past him toward the front door.

Out in the driveway, the sun was dropping behind the tall oaks at the back of the lot.