Brittle Nails and a Disputed Greenhouse in Autumn

and began polishing them with the wide end of his blue wool tie, his movements slow and deliberate.

“We do not make those kinds of errors here,” Donald said, his voice clipped and quiet.

“The logs do not lie, Donald,” Robert said, stepping closer to his brother and placing a hand on his shoulder. “We are talking about twelve thousand dollars in unfulfilled continue reading …