Every Evening, My Husband Tipped Two Drops From a Small Dark Glass Bottle Into My Tea
“This groundbreaking deadline says November first, Daniel.”
“That’s just a preliminary target date set by the construction crew,” he said, leaning back in his wrought iron chair.
“November first is less than three weeks away,” I said, reading the fine black print under the stamp.
“It clearly states that site preparation and land clearing must begin on or before that morning.”
He reached across the table and pulled the blueprint closer to his elbow, folding the bottom edge over the stamped box.
“You don’t need to concern yourself with commercial development schedules, Margaret.”