White Spots on My Cheeks Led to an Unwanted Contract

Gary went upstairs to unpack his duffel bag. The autumn air was crisp, carrying the sharp scent of dry leaves and damp earth from the woods behind the house. Clara was already there, standing near the wild blackberry brambles with her heavy shears in her hand. She was seventy-one, and she wore her heavy canvas gardening boots even when she was just continue reading …