
A Man I Had Never Met Was Standing In My Driveway The Morning I Flew Home From Tokyo. He Opened A Leather Folder And Showed Me The Deed To My Own House, Sold Ten Days Earlier — And The Signature On It Was Almost Exactly Mine
A work of fiction. The characters and events are invented; any resemblance to real people is coincidental.
I slept maybe three hours on the flight back from Tokyo.
There was a black sedan in my driveway when I got home, and a man standing beside it who asked me who I was.
Then he opened a leather folder and showed me why he thought that was a reasonable question.
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