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

” I said.

I pulled the paper from the envelope and held it out to him under the yellow porch light.

“This is the official state decision,” I said.

He took the paper, squinting slightly as he read the lines in the dim light.

“Fully independent,” he read aloud. “Martha, this is wonderful.”

“My mind is clear, Harold,” I said. “And my feet continue reading …