The Lettuce Crate
The man in the cowboy hat carried the old wooden lettuce crate down the aisle with both arms, the way a man carries a sleeping child, and he set it …
The Lettuce Crate Read MoreAuthor: pologo
The Rodeo Buckle
I looked at the man, at the vest and the sunburned nose, and I understood that a miracle of timing had occurred. “I am Etta,” I said. “And those hoppers …
The Rodeo Buckle Read MoreThe Deck Oven
“Because I am the man who sold it, Frank,” I said. The father of Gina is named Frank Mancuso, a barrel chested man with a gold chain and a car …
The Deck Oven Read MoreThe Copper Kettles
“I sold them, Marjorie,” I said. “I sold the kettles, the recipe binder, the plant, and the name. In September, to a candy company in Chicago, for eight million five …
The Copper Kettles Read MoreThe Drift Boat
“I do, Henry,” I said. “And so do you, in a manner of speaking. You are standing on my deck.” The father of Brianna, a trim, balding orthodontist from Portland …
The Drift Boat Read MoreBus Fourteen
Marcus stood very still in the middle of that ballroom with his drink in his hand. I will say for my son that he did not look away. He looked …
Bus Fourteen Read MoreThe Brown Envelope
“It is the sale of my company, Doctor,” I said, and I slid the white envelope across the tablecloth. The father of Madison is named Richard Ellis, a surgeon from …
The Brown Envelope Read MoreThe Pink Neon Rose
The father of Philip is a lean, silver haired man named Gordon Whitcomb who made his money in commercial real estate, and he turned the cream envelope over twice before …
The Pink Neon Rose Read MoreThe Shrimp Ladle
Richard Carlisle did not let go of my hand. He is seventy one, tall and lean with a head of white hair, the founder of the largest private food company …
The Shrimp Ladle Read MoreThe Refund Letter
“I am getting a letter from them, Helen,” I said, “because I sold them my business.” The mother of Jenna is named Helen Whitaker, a soft spoken retired librarian from …
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