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lower than I had ever heard it. “Dad. What is this trust?”
I was standing at the kitchen sink. “What trust?”
“Don’t do that.”
I looked through the window. The sign was still standing.
“Son, I have been waiting twenty-four hours for one of you to ask me what I owned before trying to sell it.”
Silence. Then: “Lindsay says the title company is confused.”
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