Brittle Nails and a Disputed Greenhouse in Autumn

said, looking at me over the tops of his glasses, “it will go directly to the clinic’s board of directors. Chloe will lose her job, Martha. There is no quiet way to handle this once the paperwork is filed.”

“Well now, Robert didn’t think about quiet when he told the co-op board I was losing my mind,” I said, my voice steady. “He used my own health to continue reading …