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

“I’m here, Clara,” I said.

“Did you go to the courthouse?” she asked.

“I did,” I said. “Harvey had my accounts frozen.”

There was a long silence on the other end of the line, the quiet so deep I could hear the hum of my own refrigerator.

“I need to see you,” Clara said.

“I’ll come to your apartment,” I said.

Clara’s apartment smelled of continue reading …