Thirty Veterans in Leather Vests Arrived at My Front Door on Tuesday Morning

with the surveyor at noon to sign the boundary affidavits, and we need the exact footage.”

“The lease says I have the right to use the yard,” I said, my voice dropping. “The children play out here.”

Frank looked up from his brass instrument, his brow furrowed as he looked at me and then at George.

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