Seven Yellow Circles on a Plain Plate Saved My Family Home

and guided me toward the heavy oak doors of the office. Our shoes made a dry, scraping sound on the green linoleum floor that had been waxed so many times it looked like dark water.

“Clara is waiting at my office,” Samuel said. “We have forty minutes before her bus leaves for the next county.”

“Does she know about the petition?” I asked.

“She knows Arthur continue reading …