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

forged my signature on a power of attorney to sell my home.”

He took the paper and read it slowly, his eyebrows drawing together. “This is a serious accusation, Mrs. Vance.”

“Look at the signature,” I said. “It is not my writing. My doctor compared it to my actual signature this afternoon.”

“Have they actually sold the house yet?” he asked.