Yellow Ceramic Mug and Red Silk Scarf in a Red Buick

felt like steel. “It is nothing to be ashamed of, but we cannot ignore it anymore.”

She turned and walked back toward the house, leaving me alone under the sugar maples with the shears heavy in my hand.

Raymond’s office on Main Street always smelled of beeswax, old paper, and the peppermint candies he kept in a glass dish.

I sat in the green leather chair continue reading …