White Spots on My Cheeks Led to an Unwanted Contract

darting to the empty flowerpots near the door.

“We need to resolve this today,” he said, his voice barely louder than the wind. “Beatrice is talking about filing the formal default papers with the county clerk.”

“Well, now, Gary,” I said, “the time for talking around the truth has come to an end.”

He flinched slightly, his hand dropping continue reading …