Brittle Nails and a Disputed Greenhouse in Autumn

front window at the gravel driveway. “Robert told her he was going to lose the house in town if he did not get the commission on our land. He owed eighty thousand dollars to some people in Columbus.”

The gold signet ring Robert always tapped on our sunroom table seemed to gleam in my memory, heavy and yellow against the dark cherry wood. I thought of continue reading …