Seven Yellow Circles on a Plain Plate Saved My Family Home

lights flashing against the bare branches of the maples. A man in a hard hat was clearing the brush near the fence line, tossing the dead branches into the ditch.

My house sat at the end of the lane, dark and silent, the chimney cold. I did not have enough kerosene for the heater, and the bank account was a flat zero.

Where would I sleep tonight if they continue reading …