“It Was Never Yours,” My Mother Said — Then the County Recorder Pulled Up the Deed

jealous when I told them I helped design it.”

I stared at her. “You told people you designed this?”

“I mean, I was here for the housewarming. That counts.” She waved her hand vaguely, dismissing the distinction between watching someone work and actually working.

“Get out,” I said, my voice shaking. “Now.”

She blinked, surprised. “Seriously?”

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