Hello, I’m here to apply for immigration. Grace Parrish stood at the counter, handing over her paperwork. The clerk quickly stamped her documents and gave her a receipt. Ma’am, your application will be processed in fifteen days. Please wait patiently, said the clerk.
Grace nodded, turned, and walked out. The clerks murmured in confusion behind her. Am I seeing things? Why did Mrs. Kaufman apply for immigration? Did she and Mr. Kaufman have a fight?
