White Spots on My Cheeks Led to an Unwanted Contract

I stood in the driveway by the open trunk of my old Buick, holding a gallon of milk, while my older sister Clara loaded three bags of canned peaches.

“You are going to wear a hole in that side mirror if you keep staring at yourself, Martha,” Clara said.

She polished her glasses with her shirt hem, her eyes narrowed and sharp without them.

“My skin is continue reading …