When he saw me, he actually smiled.
“I knew you’d come back.”
I didn’t answer.
Mrs. Gertrude appeared in the doorway behind him.
“If you want to come inside this house after yesterday,” she said, “you will apologize first.”
She lifted her chin.
“And if you truly want forgiveness, you can kneel right here on the porch.”
I ignored her and turned to the moving crew.
“You can begin.”
Six movers entered.
The television came out first.
Then the refrigerator.
Then the washing machine.
When they began dismantling the bedroom furniture, Mrs. Gertrude finally understood what was happening.
“That belongs to me!”
I opened my binder.
“Italian leather living-room set. Purchased by Savannah Miller.”
Another receipt.
“Sixty-five-inch smart television. Purchased by Savannah Miller.”
Another.
“Stainless-steel refrigerator. Paid in full by Savannah Miller.”
Neighbors were already gathering.
Brandon hurried to close the gate.
I spread my receipts and bank records across an outdoor table.
“I’m not taking anything your family purchased.”
Mrs. Gertrude grabbed the washing machine.
“It came into my house! It belongs to this household now!”
I stayed calm.
“Then we can call the authorities and let them review the ownership documents.”
The moment I mentioned that, Brandon panicked.
“Mom, let her take the appliances.”
She spun toward him.
