Seven Yellow Circles on a Plain Plate Saved My Family Home

line.”

“The roof has survived forty winters, Arthur,” I said.

“It won’t survive forty-one,” he said, leaning forward. “I have a contractor coming out from the county seat on Thursday to look at it. I want to pay for the materials and the labor myself.”

Clara reached across the table and touched my wrist, her skin dry and warm. “Arthur continue reading …