My Parents Tried to Evict Me at 6 A.M. — Until the Deputy Read the Name on the Filing

name underneath was neat and clear: Diane Ward.

“She’s the plaintiff,” the clerk noted, his eyebrows rising. “The plaintiff accepted service for the defendant?”

“Yes. My own mother.”

“And you have your deed?”

I slid my grandfather’s probate deed forward. The clerk’s expression grew increasingly grim as he typed.

“There’s something else,” he said, turning continue reading …