White Spots on My Cheeks Led to an Unwanted Contract

brought inside. “Did Gary look you in the eye when you handed over your card?”

“He was looking at his phone,” I said.

Clara set her coffee cup down. “We are going to the county administration building after lunch.”

By three o’clock that afternoon, I was back in my own kitchen, standing over the sink with the bathroom mirror’s reflection still haunting continue reading …