Seven Yellow Circles on a Plain Plate Saved My Family Home

drawer by the sink. I sat at the head of the table, where Harold had sat for thirty-six years, looking out at the gravel driveway.

Arthur sat to my right, his gold signet ring catching the gray light of the low autumn sun. He had spent the morning working on his truck, and there was still a crescent of dark grease under his thumb.

“This is like the lunches continue reading …