White Spots on My Cheeks Led to an Unwanted Contract

buzzer, my hand already reaching up to adjust my silver hairpin.

“Morning, Martha,” Harold said, holding out a long black electronic pad with a plastic stylus tied to the side.

“Well, now, Harold, what is so urgent that it requires me to sign on a Wednesday morning?”

“Certified from the county court,” he said, pointing to the green tracking sticker.

I continue reading …