before the month is out.”
They thought they were giving me an ultimatum. What they were actually doing was handing me intent on a silver platter.
“The sign stays,” I told her. “Don’t cross it.”
Karen’s smile vanished, hardening into that thin, cold mask people wear when they aren’t used to being told no. “We’ll see what our attorneys have to say about that. Good day.”
They piled back into their SUV and sped away.
I didn’t call a lawyer that afternoon. Instead, I drove into town and bought four
