I Saw My Signature on the Sale Papers for a House I Never Sold

and not with that fool Randy.”

That was Grandma.

Precise. Petty. Usually right.

After the funeral, Brittany convinced herself the house should’ve been split. She called it “fair.” She used that word a lot when she meant profitable.

She was thirty-one then, already on husband number two if you counted the courthouse marriage to a welder named Shawn that continue reading …