Seven Yellow Circles on a Plain Plate Saved My Family Home

her kitchen. “Arthur said it was best.”

“Harold left that safe to me,” I said, keeping my voice flat. “The key, Clara.”

She reached into her cardigan pocket and pulled out her leather coin purse. Her fingers hovered over the brass zipper for five seconds before she pulled out the small, notched brass key.

“Please do not tell Arthur I gave this to you,continue reading …