Grandfather Won One Hundred Dollars for Naming a Blue Can

metal links slide against my skin. Clara looked at her watch, then back at her car running in the driveway.

“Ten minutes,” Clara said, walking past me into the drafty house. “Then we go straight to the office.”

The attic air was thick with the scent of dry pine and old wool. I followed Clara up the narrow hallway, the wooden floorboards creaking under continue reading …