White Spots on My Cheeks Led to an Unwanted Contract

in its fancy box on the passenger seat, looking out of place next to my worn canvas grocery bags.

Clara, seventy-one and never one to mince words, did not even wait for me to take off my cardigan before she snatched the gold jar from my hands. She led me straight into her bright kitchen, where the morning sun hit the yellow linoleum.continue reading …