White Spots on My Cheeks Led to an Unwanted Contract

doing something odd,” I said, sliding the milk into the corner of the trunk. “They are like little white pebbles under the surface.”

“You have lived sixty-eight years without worrying about pebbles on your face,” Clara said, slipping her glasses back on. “Get in the car before the ice cream melts.”

I checked my reflection in the glass of the passenger continue reading …