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

I was not looking.

“Brenda loves you, Martha,” Clara said gently. “She is just so worried about you living alone in that big house with the stairs. She said you have been forgetting to turn off the stove.”

“I have never left my stove on in my life,” I said.

“We only want you to be safe,” Sarah said. “It is nothing to be ashamed of. My sister went through continue reading …