An Envelope From a Stranger Saved My Family From Losing Our Home

has the little black spots in it,” she said.

“That is just clover,” I said.

We moved toward the produce bins at the end of the aisle, where the smell of cold earth and wet celery hung heavy in the air.

A pyramid of bruised red apples sat under a misting nozzle that hissed every three minutes.

The nozzle sprayed a fine coat of water over the fruit.

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