Seven Yellow Circles on a Plain Plate Saved My Family Home

of the store. The smell of cedar shingles and motor oil filled the aisle where I found a box of brass wood screws.

I was sorting through the brass sizes when a heavy shadow fell across the bin.

Raymond, the developer who had been buying up the timber lots near the state route, stood there in a canvas work coat. He had a carpenter pencil tucked behind continue reading …