Arthur pen drawing of hidden animals decided who kept the lake cabin

front of me on the table.

Douglas leaned forward, his quick eyes scanning the worn cardboard of the folder.

“That is just a copy of the tax history, Helen,” Douglas said.

“It does not change the signature on the deed,” he said.

I did not look at him.

Instead, I kept my eyes on the mediator, who was now unscrewing the cap of his fountain pen.

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