Brittle Nails and a Disputed Greenhouse in Autumn

synergy around here.”

Inside the basket were three silver tins of loose-leaf herbal tea and several matching tubes of premium hand cream.

“It is all organic,” Robert said, his ring clicking against the metal cabinet once more. “Only the best for my favorite sister-in-law.”

“The deliveries are being handled,” I said, placing my yellow notepad flat on the continue reading …