Seven Yellow Circles on a Plain Plate Saved My Family Home

off as she looked toward the hallway.

At two o’clock, I walked into the county probate office in the county seat, the air smelling of old paper and radiator steam.

Daniel, the probate attorney, laid the copy of my late husband Harold’s deed on the high counter. He clicked his ballpoint pen three times before he spoke.

“The instrument appears to have a continue reading …