“The eviction filing is on its way.

He wants you out of that house before the hearing so he can claim you abandoned it.”

“How much time do I have?”

“A deputy could be at your door by noon.”

She left for her office to start on a counter-filing.

I drove to Birwood Lane gripping the steering wheel tightly.

The yellow roses in the front bed had grown leggy.

Grandma would have trimmed them back in September.