White Spots on My Cheeks Led to an Unwanted Contract

budget, and it felt like a sharp pinch. I had already spent three hundred on Beatrice’s gold jar just forty-eight hours ago. My pen hovered over the date line.

“Is there a discount for retired county employees?” I asked, keeping my voice polite.

“No, ma’am,” the girl said, finally looking up with a tired, professional smile. “Flat rate for specialist continue reading …