Seven Yellow Circles on a Plain Plate Saved My Family Home

a lot of boxes in the basement.”

“Let me know when you are settled,” I said.

I watched her drive down the lane, her tires kicking up small plumes of gray dust that settled slowly onto the roadside weeds. I went back to the kitchen, picked up the wooden spoon, and began to work the flour into the dough. The blue bowl stayed steady on the counter as I continue reading …