Brittle Nails and a Disputed Greenhouse in Autumn

of quick decision about selling the land.”

“Well now, a few ridges on my fingernails do not mean we are ready to sell our lives away,” I said, rubbing my thumb over my index fingernail where the splits were deepest.

“It is more than the nails, and you know it,” Sarah said, her voice dropping to a harsh whisper as the receptionist looked up from her computer.continue reading …