A Greenhouse in Late September and the Harvest That Saved My Husband

evaluate our liquidity before the winter freeze,” Brandon said.

I looked at the counter, where an eighteen-dollar bottle of extra virgin olive oil sat next to the sink.

Brandon had bought it for us last week, insisting we deserved better than the store brands.

“Your father handles the books,” I told him, matching his quick pace. “He always has.”

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