White Spots on My Cheeks Led to an Unwanted Contract

you three hundred dollars for forty cents of drugstore grease,” Clara said, setting the jar down on her kitchen table with a solid thud.

“But Gary was right there,” I said, my voice dropping. “He did not say a word when I paid for it.”

Clara took a slow drink of her black coffee, her eyes resting on the thick blue folder I had also continue reading …