My Mother Smiled While My Sister Gave Away My Home, Until I Reminded Them Whose Name Was on It

and I had worked a twelve-hour day, and the general contractor on that job still had my signed time sheets in his own archives, because he was the same breed of record-keeper I was. I had not been within a hundred miles of Dale Hutchkins’s notary stamp on the day I had allegedly stood in front of it.

Then Dale Hutchkins himself gave me the next piece,continue reading …