Brittle Nails and a Disputed Greenhouse in Autumn

whole town on Friday.”

He turned back toward the kitchen, his boots heavy on the floor.

“I told him I would sign the preliminary agreement tonight,” Donald said over his shoulder.

The door closed behind him with a dull click, leaving the sunroom silent. I looked down at my hands, at the split fingernails that had started this entire slide into ruin, and continue reading …