Thirty-Six
Katty parked the car and walked to the building. This court house was amazing. A new one could never match the beauty of it. Why didn’t they build new buildings like this one? She turned. Well, the new bank was close. Really close. But it had to be hard to mimic the architecture of these old buildings. She should look up its history and find out how old … oh yeah, the year was right there. 1922.
The minute she walked through the doors, she gasped. “This is huge.”
The walls were smooth and cold to the touch. She traced the pattern in the stone with her fingers. “Beautiful.” The railing was made out of marble. Steps were too.
At the landing, Katty read all the signs.
County Treasurer. County Clerk. Assessor. Where to go?
County Court. She vaguely remembered having to go ther
