Seven Yellow Circles on a Plain Plate Saved My Family Home

air outside my kitchen window completely still.

I poured two cups of tea from the iron kettle and set them on the oak table.

Clara sat in her usual chair by the window, her coat still draped over her shoulders as if she expected to be asked to leave at any moment.

“I have some of that ginger cake left,” I said, pointing toward the tin on the counter.

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