Six Pairs of Thick Gray Socks Saved My White House on Elm Street

silver watch clicking against the wood drawer.

“It is not in that drawer,” I said.

She stopped, her hand resting on a stack of old recipes. “Where is it then?”

“It is where it belongs,” I said.

She closed the drawer with a little more force than necessary. “We are only trying to save you the trouble of finding it later, Mother. Greg is coming by tomorrow continue reading …