Seven Yellow Circles on a Plain Plate Saved My Family Home

three blocks down from the courthouse. The stairs were narrow and smelled of perchloroethylene and damp wool. Clara was sitting on the edge of the vinyl sofa in the corner of the small waiting room, twisting her silver wedding band around her finger until the skin was pink.

“Martha, you look pale,” she said, her voice rising at the end like a question.continue reading …