Six Pairs of Thick Gray Socks Saved My White House on Elm Street

release form I had refused to sign the week before. He laid the two signatures side by side under his desk lamp.

“This signature is a clumsy imitation, Martha; it is not yours,” he said, pointing the tip of his fountain pen at the upward hook of the letter a.

“I know,” I said.

“This is a serious matter,” he said, looking up at me. “They are attempting continue reading …