Seven Yellow Circles on a Plain Plate Saved My Family Home

window. “Raymond.”

He turned, wiping his brow with the back of his canvas work glove. “Martha. I didn’t expect to see you in town today.”

“Get in the car,” I said.

He hesitated, looking back at his workers, then walked over and climbed into the passenger seat. The smell of his wet wool coat and grease filled the small space of my car.