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

said, waiting for me to step back before he walked inside. “I brought these for your tea, and I noticed the chill on your porch when I drove past.”

“It is winter in Ohio, Greg,” I said.

“It is more than that,” he said, clearing his throat as he set the pastries on the table. “Your back door has a terrible gap at the bottom of the frame,continue reading …