Yellow Ceramic Mug and Red Silk Scarf in a Red Buick

it rolled against Raymond’s brass paperweight. “Are we finished with this ridiculous circus?”

I reached into my canvas tote bag and pulled out the folded red silk scarf I had found behind the terracotta pots in the garden shed.

I laid the silk on the desk between us, the bright red fabric catching the dim light of the desk lamp.

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