Brittle Nails and a Disputed Greenhouse in Autumn

two weeks.”

Robert let out a short, dry chuckle, his signet ring tapping twice on the table.

“A medical report does not change the fact that forty-eight cases of winter cyclamens were lost on October twelfth, Martha,” Robert said.

“The cooperative cannot run on thyroid pills and promises.”

“Well now, the cyclamens were not lost, Robert,” I said.

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