ink. Her glasses slid down her nose, and she did not push them back up.
“The slant is entirely different,” she said, pointing a finger at the paper. “On the bank slips, the ‘V’ in Vance has a sharp double loop at the top. On this easement, it is flat, almost like a straight line.”
“Arthur has carved wood for fifty years,” I said to the table. “His hand continue reading …
