Brittle Nails and a Disputed Greenhouse in Autumn

onto the notary block. “I will have the certified copies delivered to the co-op board secretary by four o’clock tomorrow afternoon.”

I took the copy of the affidavit and slid it into my brown leather briefcase, the latch snapping shut with a sharp, metallic bite.

The gravel driveway was quiet when the taxi dropped me off at the edge continue reading …