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

skim low over the water like grumpy old men on errands.

Tammy Bell came by once to bring some final documents Glen needed signed. She stood in the kitchen and looked embarrassed.

“I almost quit over that file,” she said.

“Why didn’t you?”

She shrugged. “Health insurance.”

Fair enough.

I wrote her a check out of my own account for more than she tried to refuse.continue reading …