A Simple Seven Egg Painting on a Plate Changed My Family Forever

behind him, propped against a stack of empty cardboard boxes like an afterthought.

“The initial valuation came back from the Canton appraiser,” Harvey said, finally leaning back in his leather chair. “The canvas is worthless, Martha. Decorative value only, fifty dollars at best.”

“Arthur spent three weeks on those yellow tones,” I said, my thumb instinctively continue reading …