Seven Yellow Circles on a Plain Plate Saved My Family Home

his thumb and forefinger, writing the date of the foreclosure auction on the board: November 12.

“We have exactly twelve days,” Samuel said, his voice gravelly from his morning pipe. “But we don’t have a smoking gun that makes a probate judge stop reading.”

I stood up from the folding chair and took the chalk from him. My fingers were stiff, but the continue reading …