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

bacon grease hanging in the air, and a simple cup of black coffee cost two dollars now.

Clara was already sitting in the corner booth, her fingers tracing the edge of her paper napkin. She tucked a stray lock of hair behind her left ear and looked out the window as I sat down across from her.

“Harvey called me this morning,” she said, her voice dropping continue reading …