Brittle Nails and a Disputed Greenhouse in Autumn

his heavy gold signet ring on the oak desk.

He pushed a thick document across the green blotter, the cover sheet bearing the logo of a commercial developer.

“This is a premium opportunity, Martha,” Robert said. “We can leverage the land value before the market softens.”

“Well now, we are not looking to sell our father’s business, Robert,” I said.

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