Clara found a forged receipt for forty thousand dollars

was clean, I stood by the door, looking at the rows of green fronds lining the wooden benches.

“I’m going to walk into town,” I said, resting the broom against the cedar frame.

“The bank?” Gary asked.

“No,” I said. “Just a walk.”

The glass panels of the greenhouse had a few hairline cracks near the roof, sealed years ago with yellowed continue reading …