Grandfather Won One Hundred Dollars for Naming a Blue Can

lowest branch of the oak tree. The rope had been cut years ago, leaving only a dark, scarred circle on the bark where the hemp had rubbed against the wood.

“Do you think he would have hated us for selling it?” Clara asked.

She did not specify whether she meant selling the house or revealing the secret of the blue can to the town. I knew she was thinking continue reading …