Clara found a forged receipt for forty thousand dollars

of soil across the fabric.

A blue jay called from the pine trees near the driveway, its voice sharp in the crisp morning air.

“I saw Marcus at the diner earlier,” Gary said, setting the newly potted fern on the middle shelf.

“Did you?” I asked.

“He asked if you needed any more wood for the fireplace this winter,” Gary said. “He said he has some split oak continue reading …