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

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Arthur’s study was small and smelled of pipe tobacco and peppermint drops. The walls were lined with metal filing cabinets, and a green felt blotter covered the center of his desk.

He looked up when I entered, his spectacles sitting low on his nose. “You are prompt, Mrs. Gable.”

I took the thick envelope from my purse and placed continue reading …