Thirty Veterans in Leather Vests Arrived at My Front Door on Tuesday Morning

to wrap it around her mug again. “But we are all drowning right now.”

“If I cannot pay him by Friday, he is going to take me to court,” I said.

Martha looked out the window at the gray sky, where the first signs of afternoon sleet were beginning to fall.

“Then you need to find another way,” she said.

I drove across town to the grocery continue reading …