White Spots on My Cheeks Led to an Unwanted Contract

to cool the humid autumn afternoon.

Clara walked straight to the counter where a young woman with a high ponytail was sorting through a stack of property deeds.

“We need to look up a business registration,” Clara said.

The clerk did not look up from her papers. “You can use the terminal in the corner, or I can look it up for five dollars.”

Clara slid a continue reading …