White Spots on My Cheeks Led to an Unwanted Contract

run of the house.”

“She is going to Knoxville,” I said. “They are dissolving the marriage.”

“Well,” Clara said, her voice dropping into her usual flat, declarative tone. “That is the best piece of news I have heard since the clinic closed its doors. She was a leech, Martha. A gold-plated leech who wanted to turn us all into business partners so she could continue reading …