My Aunt Told Me I Wasn’t Welcome At The Family Lakehouse. So I Waited For Her To Leave, And Made A Change To The Deed

Taking A Number At Records

The recorder’s window sat to the right, and a clerk greeted me with a nod. She pulled a dispenser tab and handed me a number ticket, then pointed toward the benches along the wall.

She asked me to keep my ID ready and have the parcel number written clearly. I tucked both under the paper clip on my folder.

A couple of researchers shuffled binders between tables while a courier dropped off a padded envelope. I took a seat facing the call screen.