Grandfather Won One Hundred Dollars for Naming a Blue Can

bins onto the lawn.

“What are you doing, Clara?” I asked, walking over to the car.

“I am moving my things to Brenda’s spare room,” Clara said, her voice flat and completely empty of the anger from this afternoon. “She said I could stay there until the bank takes the townhouse.”

“You don’t have to leave,” I said. “This is your home too.”

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