White Spots on My Cheeks Led to an Unwanted Contract

on Thursday.”

Well, now, I did not want to go, but the thought of Gary’s face at the Sunday dinner table made me key the ignition of my old Buick.

By ten o’clock, I was sitting in the plush chair across from her glass desk, the heavy blue folder containing the partnership agreement resting on my knees.

Beatrice tapped her French-manicured continue reading …