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

the end of the driveway and pulled out a thick stack of envelopes. He did not even look at them before he shoved them into a cardboard box in the trunk. I saw the bright pink edge of a past-due notice sticking out from one of the white windows of the envelopes.

He adjusted his collar, cleared his throat even though he was alone, and slammed the trunk continue reading …