Grandfather Won One Hundred Dollars for Naming a Blue Can

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Clara sat behind the wheel for a minute without starting the engine, her forehead resting against the steering wheel. “Thank you, Martha.”

“Let me see those pages again,” I said, reaching for the rusted tin on the floorboard between my feet.

I lifted the bundle of folded sheets from the metal tin, my fingers careful not to tear the fragile edges continue reading …