Brittle Nails and a Disputed Greenhouse in Autumn

rising. “We are going to find out exactly where those plants went, and we are starting with the delivery logs from last Tuesday.”

She set the heavy box down on the hood of her car with a dull thud. A yellowed shipping slip fluttered out and landed near the front tire, the name of our supplier printed in faded blue ink.

“Where do we continue reading …