Uncle Robert Insisted Grandma Was Confused, Until Four Sheets of Paper Changed Everything in Greenville
He cleared his throat twice before he got the tape to feed.
Martha came back with her arms full again and stood with her palms pressed flat on the box lid.
“I signed something,” she said.
“In August.
Robert brought papers out to Phoenix, and I signed them without reading past the first page.”
The tape gun went quiet.
“What sort of papers?” I asked.
“A quitclaim.