Seven Yellow Circles on a Plain Plate Saved My Family Home

check Arthur had given me. It was a piece of paper drawn on my own stolen savings, but I had kept it as a last resort, hoping the bank would honor it despite the discrepancy.

“The bank opens in twenty minutes, Arthur,” I said.

“You go ahead and try,” Arthur said, turning his back to me to watch the men hoist the heavy drill press.

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