White Spots on My Cheeks Led to an Unwanted Contract

in my pocket, notifying me of the pending bank activity.

I opened the app, my eyes fixing on the numbers.

The three hundred dollar charge appearing on my bank application screen.

By the time I pulled into my sister Clara’s driveway at eleven o’clock, my skin was prickling under a heavy layer of Beatrice’s gold ointment. The three-hundred-dollar jar sat continue reading …