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

on the smooth pine arms. I tapped my index fingernail against the wood, three quick taps.

“He signed my name,” I said. “He tried to sell my home.”

“We were going to tell you, we were just waiting for the right moment when the developer finalized the price of one hundred and eighty thousand dollars.”

“That is my signature on a legal deed, Brenda.”

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