My Aunt Ordered Me Off My Grandfather's Theater Barge, Believing I Was Only The Cook, But His Last Codicil And A Notary's Ledger Sank Her Scrap Sale
My aunt gave me until six to leave the floating theater I had kept afloat for three winters. Before her scrap buyer could cut the hull, I had to find the original paper she thought I'd never seen.
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