Clara Vance Fights for Her House with Four Simple Evening Foods

rattle of the window pane against the wind.

“You have to stay ahead of them, Clara,” Martha said, her eyes fixed on mine. “If they get an appraiser inside this house, they are one step closer to listing it.”

“They will not get inside,” I said, my fingers tightening around the warm blue ceramic mug.

I stood up to check the lock on the back door, my ankles continue reading …