Seven Yellow Circles on a Plain Plate Saved My Family Home

do whatever is necessary to keep my roof over my head,” I said.

She did not answer, but her finger went back to the silver band, twisting it until her knuckle turned red.

I reached across the table and touched her wrist, feeling the dry heat of her skin. “He took the anvil, Clara. He took the tools Harold bought with his own hands.”

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