Seven Yellow Circles on a Plain Plate Saved My Family Home

before the afternoon mail comes?”

I kept my hand over the yellow pad in my pocket, feeling the stiff cardboard backing. “I will drive us.”

At half past twelve, I sat in the corner booth of the Oakhaven Diner. Daniel, the probate attorney, sat across from me with a thick paper folder resting beside his half-eaten turkey sandwich. He clicked his ballpoint continue reading …