Brittle Nails and a Disputed Greenhouse in Autumn

with the paperwork.”

He picked up his sandwich, but he did not take a bite, his eyes fixed on the empty space near the salt shaker.

At three o’clock, Sarah came through the living room, her silver necklace twisting around her fingers as she walked.

She spoke so rapidly her words nearly ran together, her eyes darting toward the wicker basket I had brought continue reading …