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conclusions, lady.  Now let me show my identification for you, officer.”
    Bradford knew the woman would be shocked when she saw what was coming next.
    Bradford was playing it cool.  He’s so cool.  He took out his wallet and showed the man his driver’s license.
    That part had been Harper’s idea.  She’d had a fight with her mother when she and Bradford got engaged.  Her mother had told her she was too young to get married, that she wouldn’t allow it.  “You live under my roof, you live by my rules!”  But Harper hadn’t backed down.  “Your house? It’s my house too!  It’s on my driver’s license. I own this house just as much as you do!”  Bradford had been there, he’d heard the whole thing.  It had given him an idea.
    “You are a genius, my love,” Bradford had said to Harper later in the evening.
    Harper had looked confused and wondered what she had said to make him think she was a genius.
    “What are you talking about?  How am I a genius?”
    When Bradford explained the plan of the driver’s license helping them to move into their new home, she had been over the moon at her part in their future plans.  He had given her a kiss on the forehead with pride.
    The policeman looked at Bradford’s license, then at Nora’s license.  He pointed at her license, then at Bradford’s.  She was screaming at him.
    “I want you to start moving your items off my property right now.  That also includes removing her ,” Nora shouted while pointing her finger at Harper who stood staring at her through the window inside of the house.  Harper shrunk back a little, automatically looking at Bradford for reassurance.  Bradford, though, wasn’t looking at her.  He stared at the policeman, waiting for him to do something.
    The policeman calmed Nora down, explaining to her that shouting and screaming at each other was not going to help the situation.
    Nora agreed to stop shouting and asked the policeman what he was going to do.
    “Look, lady.  All I can tell you is that your license doesn’t match this address, but his license does.”
    Harper smiled to herself.  That was a stroke of luck.  She must not have been keeping her DMV records up to date.
    Nora was livid; she was waving her arms around and started to scream at the policeman. 
    “My husband takes care of all of the paperwork!  I’m sure he’s got all of the up-to-date documents!” she squealed, an edge of fear coating her voice.
    “I’m sorry, lady, but your documents don’t show this address as being your place of residence.  It’s here in black and white.  You can see for yourself,” the policeman explained to her before handing her back the documents.
    “But it’s my house!  We’ve been living here for five years!”
    Nora was livid, she was screaming like a mad woman with her arms flying about everywhere.  She stumbled over her words, getting up in the officer’s face, practically begging him to take control of the situation.
    “Have they taken anything?  Has anyone been hurt?”
    Like Bradford had said, the policeman was trying to figure out if there’d been a crime committed.
    Harper watched in admiration.  Everything was going exactly as Bradford had said it would.  He knew the police would be impressed with the documents, and it was an added bonus Nora didn’t have the correct documents.
    Nora shrieked.  “I don’t know!  You think I went inside with a strange man?  You want me to get raped?” She was gasping for breath, clearly wondering how she had gotten herself in such a mess.
    The policeman put his hands up defensively in front of him.  “Lady, unless he stole something or hurt someone, I can’t see he’s committed any crime.  His license says he lives here.  Yours says you don’t.”
    There was more yelling and screaming from Nora.
    “I’ve always paid my taxes and been a model citizen.  How can this be happening?” she asked, wiping at her eyes, which had tears of frustration in