The False Back
I set my chisel down real slow on the lip of the firebox in Spencer, because the false back of brick had come away in my hand, and behind it, …
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The Grill Island
I set my hammer down real slow on the old masonry grill island in Ravenswood, because the stone under my hammer rang differently from the rest of it, and nobody …
The Grill Island Read MoreThe Objection
When my husband let go of my hands and turned to face his father in the middle of the church in Springfield, two hundred guests held their breath. I am …
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When my husband Daniel took the microphone at our wedding and said that he wanted to read something everyone in the room had heard before, my stomach dropped to my …
The Borrowed Vows Read MoreThe Taxes Folder
The older woman at the door of the little yellow house in Dubuque looked at me for a long moment, and then she stepped back and held the screen door …
The Taxes Folder Read MoreThe Garage Boxes
I loaded the car at seven o clock on the morning after I called the hospital, twelve boxed car seats in the back and a dozen strollers folded flat on …
The Garage Boxes Read MoreThe Voice
I knew the voice on the telephone before the lawyer had finished his second sentence. I am Patricia Moreno, sixty two years old, and I stood in the kitchen of …
The Voice Read MoreThe Locked Door
At six o clock on a Saturday morning, my daughter Vicky locked the door of my bedroom from the outside, and I heard the key turn and her footsteps retreat …
The Locked Door Read MoreThe Letter
The attorney from Cheyenne stood in the doorway of my ranch house in Sheridan with his hat in his hand, and my granddaughter Sarah stood beside him holding the Bible …
The Letter Read MoreThe Church Bus
The church bus rolled up Spring Street in Jeffersonville with forty two seniors aboard, singing, and I kept my eyes on the mirror. I am Floyd Babcock, sixty seven years …
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