Yellow Ceramic Mug and Red Silk Scarf in a Red Buick

closer until I could smell her heavy lavender perfume. “But you have to face reality. Your memory lapses are becoming obvious to the neighbors.”

A coldness settled in my chest, worse than the autumn wind.

“What are you talking about?” I asked, holding the shears tightly.

“Mrs. Gable saw you walking down the driveway last Tuesday in your continue reading …