The Beach House
The sign in the front yard of the beach house on Padre Island said SOLD in red letters, and the man beside it in the pressed linen shirt was my …
The Beach House Read MoreAuthor: pologo
The Butt Dial
The boat with no lights came across the cove of the Lake of the Ozarks at a quarter past ten, slow and quiet, its engine barely murmuring, and I stood …
The Butt Dial Read MoreThe Safe Combination
The note that my stepmother Bonnie left on the kitchen table of the house of my father in Sioux Falls said only, “Gregory, I did this to protect you. Ask …
The Safe Combination Read MoreThe Janitor Keys
The managing partner of the law firm on the eleventh floor handed a thick file to my son Andre on his first Friday, with a smile, and said, “Take this …
The Janitor Keys Read MoreThe Taco Truck
The man at the bar on Broadway was waiting for me, exactly as Esperanza had said he would be, at the far end under the neon beer sign, with a …
The Taco Truck Read MoreThe Envelope
Kimberly crossed the ballroom floor toward me with her chin raised and her jaw clenched, in her silver mother of the bride gown, and every guest at the Hill Country …
The Envelope Read MoreThe High Limit Room
My son Antoine stood beside me at the high limit tables of the riverboat casino in Shreveport, in his good gray suit that smelled of shrimp and diesel, and pointed …
The High Limit Room Read MoreThe Easter Table
The text on the telephone of my daughter Tammy read, “Forty eight thousand dollars by Easter, or I call your husband. And your mama.” I read it standing in the …
The Easter Table Read MoreThe Firewood
Arne Lindgren set down the last armload of birch on the porch of my cabin outside Marquette, brushed the bark from his sleeves, and said, in the slow voice of …
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The little blinking light on the tablet in the corner of my living room in Opelousas, which my granddaughter had set up to stream the Sunday rosary for the homebound, …
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