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

It solves everything.”

“It solves your debt,” I said. “It leaves me in a small room with a shared bathroom in a building that smells like cabbage.”

“They have a beautiful garden there, Martha,” she said, using my first name for the first time in years. “You would not have to shovel the walk or worry about the furnace.”

“My furnace is fine,” I said. “And continue reading …