Dad refused to come.
“Waste of a good morning.”
“You’re retired.”
“I have beans.”
“You always have beans.”
“Exactly.”
So Claire postponed her trip home, and the two of us went.
Aaron met us downstairs.
When I showed him the copy from Rebecca’s notebook, his expression sharpened.
“Where did you get this?”
I explained.
He studied the deed.
“This legal description is old.”
“Is it real?”
“It looks real.”
“That wasn’t my question.”
He smiled.
“You sound like my supervisor.”
Within an hour, he found the original record.
Ruth Bell had purchased six acres in 1959.
In 1971 she sold most of it to a developer.
But she retained a narrow rectangular parcel.
A little less than one acre.
The parcel ran behind what later became three residential lots.
Including Dad’s.
Including the Swenson property.
“What happened to it?” Claire asked.
Aaron searched later records.
Nothing.
No sale.
