Seven Yellow Circles on a Plain Plate Saved My Family Home

“We can go to the notary first thing in the morning,” Arthur said. “I can pick you up at eight.”

“I have an appointment at nine,” I said.

Arthur tapped his foot against the wooden step, the sound flat in the cold air. “The developer needs the signed covenants by noon, Martha.”

“Then he will have to wait,” I said.

I slipped his check into continue reading …