The Quiet Presence That Saved My Family Home in Autumn

ago, it is Arthur.”

I came back into the room and folded the yellow legal pad, sliding it into my bag next to the brass key.

“We need to leave before the traffic on Route Four gets heavy,” I said.

Evelyn nodded, her hand resting on her knee as if she were trying to ease the joint.

“I am ready,” she said.

The road to Arthur’s house was lined with barren continue reading …