Seven Yellow Circles on a Plain Plate Saved My Family Home

thick, leather-bound volume. “Look at this one from the summer we went to the lake.”

She opened the album, holding up a black-and-white photograph of our father standing by the old Dodge. Her voice was thin, almost pleading.

“We were so happy then,” Clara said. “Why can we not just let Arthur handle the land transition?”

“Because Arthur is selling the continue reading …