Seven Yellow Circles on a Plain Plate Saved My Family Home

band she kept twisting around her finger.

“Arthur says he has a buyer for the tools,” Clara said, her voice dropping to a whisper. “He says it will clear everything up.”

“The tools are gone, Clara,” I said. “And the pasture is next.”

She set the teapot down with a soft click. “He is my son, Martha. I can’t let him go to jail.”

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