Yellow Ceramic Mug and Red Silk Scarf in a Red Buick

knuckles white against the handle.

“I should get Nicole,” he said. “It is getting late, and the drive back to town is long.”

I followed him to the front door, where Nicole was already waiting on the porch, her car keys jingling in her hand.

“Goodnight, Clara,” Nicole called out, her voice echoing in the gravel driveway. “Don’t forget about our shopping continue reading …