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

the photocopy of the forged contract from my purse and placed it on top of the stack.

My hands did not shake as I lowered the heavy metal lid. I fished the small brass key from my pocket, slid it into the lock, and turned it until I heard the sharp, solid click of the cylinder.

I snapped the heavy padlock shut on the front of the box.continue reading …