Grandfather Won One Hundred Dollars for Naming a Blue Can

narrow gap where the roof met the floorboards.

Clara reached into the dark space behind a stack of faded quilts, her arm disappearing up to the elbow. “My hand is hitting something hard back here.”

She grunted as she pulled her hand back, dragging a small, rectangular object that left a clean trail through the gray dust on the floorboards.

It was a rusted continue reading …