My Father-in-Law Threw Us Out Before the General Arrived

straight into the wet gravel, swore once under her breath, then kept walking. Mid-forties. Dark suit. Hair pinned up and already losing the fight. Leather briefcase under one arm.

She didn’t ask who was who.

She looked at me, looked at the deed in my hand, then at William Brooks.

“Well,” she said. “You did it.”

William pointed at her. “You. You’re the continue reading …