Seven Yellow Circles on a Plain Plate Saved My Family Home

is my son. A mother does things she isn’t proud of when her child is drowning.”

“He wasn’t drowning,” I said. “He was gambling at the off-track betting facility in the county seat, and then he tried to use my late husband’s breakfast plate to prove I belonged in an institution.”

Clara looked down at the table, her thumb tracing the grain of the oak.