Brittle Nails and a Disputed Greenhouse in Autumn

signet ring tapping a slow, rhythmic beat against the green metal filing cabinet.

On the corner of the desk sat a large wicker basket wrapped in glossy cellophane, topped with an oversized green satin bow.

“I brought a little peace offering,” Robert said, gesturing toward the basket with a nod of his chin.

“Well now, we do not usually continue reading …