Madrid Iowa Orchard Owners Stand Against a Counterfeit Prophecy for Two Thousand Twenty Six

voice and none of Arthur’s loud, performative friendliness. He stood up and offered me a sturdy wooden chair, then adjusted the green blotter on his desk.

“Thank you for coming, Clara,” Mr. Henderson said, laying out three copies of the legal document. “I know this has been a difficult month for the town, and for your family in particular.”