Grandfather Won One Hundred Dollars for Naming a Blue Can

trunk is behind those old winter coats,” I said, pointing to the garment bags hanging from the collar ties near the far wall.

Clara pulled a heavy wool blanket off a stack of cardboard boxes, throwing it aside onto a pile of old newspapers. “This is a waste of time, Martha.”

“Just help me move these crates,” I said, leaning my shoulder against a wooden continue reading …