Brittle Nails and a Disputed Greenhouse in Autumn

at his plate. “Major commercial accounts for the winter mums, marked as void, but I never wrote those cancellations.”

Robert paused, his fork hovering over his potato salad. “Ledgers can be tricky when you are running on empty.”

“They were in green folders on my desk,” I said. “Three separate slips, gone.”

Donald set his glasses back on his nose and looked continue reading …