Brittle Nails and a Disputed Greenhouse in Autumn

to the small print on the back label.

The primary ingredient was sweet almond oil.

“He knows I have a severe nut allergy,” I said, the cold tube heavy in my hand. “He was at the hospital twenty years ago when I accidentally ate those almond crescent cookies at the church potluck.”

“He did not even look at the package,” Sarah said, her fingers flying over continue reading …