My Childhood Sweetheart Asked Me to Sign a Special Folder in Room Four Hundred Seven

Clara walked straight into the kitchen carrying a warm apple pie wrapped in a checkered dishtowel.

“I brought something sweet,” Clara said, setting the pie on the wooden trivet on the counter.

“The smell is wonderful,” I said, reaching into the cupboard for two dessert plates.

“The lawyer called me while I was driving over,” Clara said, pulling out a continue reading …