How Two Extra Jobs and Forty Thousand Dollars Bought the Old Miller Farm
“They’ll see the windows glowing the minute they turn off the blacktop,” he said.
I went over to the wooden crate where we kept our small box of hand tools and picked up a square oak picture frame I had bought for fifty cents at a garage sale in town two years earlier.
I reached into my canvas tote bag, took out the bluebird greeting card that had ridden on the dashboard of Nate’s truck since Easter Sunday, and wiped the thin film of road dust off the envelope.
I smoothed the corners of the card flat on the dining room table and fitted it behind the glass in the oak frame.