Brittle Nails and a Disputed Greenhouse in Autumn

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“Well now, I know my own mind, Robert, even if my hands are not as smooth as they used to be.”

Robert let out a soft, dry laugh that did not reach his eyes. “Of course you do, Martha, but we have to leverage our options before the market shifts.”

“We found three canceled orders in the weekly ledger yesterday,” I said, looking straight continue reading …