White Spots on My Cheeks Led to an Unwanted Contract

planning to stand on the grass and complain about the dandelions.

“I saw his truck in the driveway,” Clara said, not looking up as I approached. “Is he back for good, or is he just visiting the pantry?”

“He is staying in the spare room,” I said.

Clara stopped and took off her wire-rimmed glasses, pulling the hem of her flannel shirt continue reading …