Yellow Ceramic Mug and Red Silk Scarf in a Red Buick

her hand still pressed against the gray cardboard. “We are only looking at options, Clara. There is no need to get defensive.”

She did not look at me when she said it. She looked at the door to the parlor, where my rolltop desk and the small wall safe were kept.

“I have to run some errands in town,” she said, pulling her coat tight. “I will leave these continue reading …