Brittle Nails and a Disputed Greenhouse in Autumn

looked at the items and then at the tape on my finger.

“My grandmother uses that oil for her shingles,” she said, sliding the twelve-dollar bottle into a small paper bag.

“Well now, my skin is just a little dry from the peat moss,” I said, handing her a twenty-dollar bill.

“That will be eighteen dollars and fifty cents,” she said, counting out the change.continue reading …