Grandfather Won One Hundred Dollars for Naming a Blue Can

and thin across the driveway.

Clara was lifting a heavy crate of ironstone platters into the back of the moving truck, her face flushed with effort.

As she leaned over, a white envelope slid out of her coat pocket and fluttered onto the damp grass.

I reached down, but she snatched it up before my fingers could touch the paper.

I caught a glimpse of a red continue reading …