My Grandson Asked Why I Was Sleeping In A Tool Shed—And The Lie My Son Told Finally Cracked

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“That’s strange,” she muttered.

“What is it?” Xavier asked.

“For a long time, the property was in Mrs. Kora Pendleton’s name. But about eight months ago, there was a transfer, but the filing is… messy.”

“In what way?”

“The deed looks like it was signed here on a certain date, but the signature was notarized in another state, and the notarization continue reading …