Seven Yellow Circles on a Plain Plate Saved My Family Home

Harold owed me for the drainage work on the south ditch.”

“Harold paid that bill three years ago,” I said.

Raymond turned and walked toward the hardware store, leaving me by the dry fountain.

The gravel in Clara’s driveway was damp from the afternoon mist when I pulled in at half past six. Arthur was standing by the tailgate of his red truck, talking continue reading …