Seven Yellow Circles on a Plain Plate Saved My Family Home

the headache of a disputed boundary line.”

I took the paper, unfolding it to check the signature at the bottom.

The ink was dark, the letters blocky and solid, quite unlike the elegant, traced script Arthur had tried to pass off as mine.

“Thank you, Raymond,” I said.

“You’re a tough woman, Martha,” Raymond said, turning back toward his truck. “But you’re continue reading …