Seven Yellow Circles on a Plain Plate Saved My Family Home

line dropped into a well.

Samuel pushed the three-page settlement document across the desk toward me, pointing to the blank line at the bottom with his thumb.

“Sign here, Martha, and we can put the county records back in order,” Samuel said.

I took the blue fountain pen from my purse, the heavy silver cap cool against my arthritic fingers.

My knuckles continue reading …