Clara Vance Fights for Her House with Four Simple Evening Foods

building across the street.

“Is that Evelyn’s blue sedan parked outside the Oak Creek Bank?” she asked.

I looked over and saw the familiar car sitting in the spot closest to the side door.

“She said she had errands in town,” I said.

“At the commercial lending entrance?” Martha asked.

I put my grocery bag in the back seat, the heavy brass key to my front continue reading …