The Gray Suitcase
“Roger, stop shouting and listen,” I said. I was sitting on the edge of the guest bed, with the baby asleep against my shoulder and Edna snoring softly beside me, …
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The Green Duffel
“Gary, take a deep breath,” I said, and I heard the hockey game go quiet in the lodge behind him. “Open the duffel bag all the way. Everything I put …
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“Jordan, walk to the edge of the pool and unzip the front pocket,” I said. I had the phone pinned between my shoulder and my ear, a bottle in my …
The Blue Suitcase Read MoreThe Golf Bag
“What did you do to my bag?” Tyler shouted, and for the first time in twenty one days I laughed out loud, in the middle of the nursery, with a …
The Golf Bag Read MoreThe Carry On
“No, Dustin,” I said, bouncing a baby on my shoulder. “I am more in my mind than I have been in two months.” I could hear him breathing hard, and …
The Carry On Read MoreThe Finger Wave
Renée Fontenot kept her arm around my shoulders. “Mr. Broussard, I will answer that,” she said to the old man who owns the dealerships on Youree Drive. “When I was …
The Finger Wave Read MoreThe Mustang Key
“I do, Mr. Whitaker,” I said, and I laid my hand on the deed. “I bought this house in August, through a company I named for the ridge behind it. …
The Mustang Key Read MoreThe Indian Head Penny
“I do, Mr. Riddle,” I said, and I laid my hand on the deed. “I bought this house in July, through a company I named for the river behind it. …
The Indian Head Penny Read MoreThe Rind Pickles
I laid my hand on the white envelope. “Crystal, that company writes to me because they bought my watermelon rind pickle recipe,” I said. “My grandmother made it in Okmulgee, …
The Rind Pickles Read MoreThe Bias Folder
I held the white envelope against my chest. “Kayla, the company writes to me because they bought my bias tape folder,” I said. “The little tin funnel I bent at …
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