Seven Yellow Circles on a Plain Plate Saved My Family Home

driveway.

The sun was dropping below the tree line, casting long, purple shadows across the garden beds.

By seven o’clock, the farmhouse was dark except for the single lamp on the small table in my living room.

I sat in the armchair, the yellow legal pad I had found in the hallway closet resting on my knees.

This was the pad Arthur had used to draft his continue reading …