Clara found a forged receipt for forty thousand dollars

Evelyn agreed. “But he would have been proud of the silver hairpin.”

We sat in the quiet for a long time, the only sound the rustle of the dry leaves in the gentle breeze.

The tea was hot and bitter, the way we both liked it, with no sugar and just a splash of milk.

“The court clerk called,” Evelyn said, setting her mug down. “The final continue reading …