Seven Yellow Circles on a Plain Plate Saved My Family Home

building, his head down as he began dialing. The yellow dump trucks were no longer idling in my mind; they were liabilities on his balance sheet.

I put the car in reverse and backed out of the space, leaving him standing by the lumber stacks.

At six o’clock, the dining room table was covered with trace paper and my heavy iron drafting weights. The overhead continue reading …