The Scraped Fender
The Impala was in the garage, exactly where I had left it, and that was the first thing that frightened me. I walked out in my slippers while Tracy and …
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The Appraisal Slip
Sal came out from behind the counter, wiped his glasses, and picked up the slip without a word. He read it twice, then turned it over and looked at the …
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Darren laid the quilt across my kitchen table and smoothed it with both hands, the way I once smoothed a blanket over his chest when he was small. The pocket …
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The receipt was soft at the folds, as if it had been taken out and read many times. It came from Dahl Music in Rochester, dated April of the spring …
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The seed receipt had gone soft as cloth from the years it spent taped to that tin, and the pencil on it was gray and small. I turned on the …
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Kevin did not answer me. He turned instead to my daughter, and the look on his face told me more than any words could have. “Amy,” he had said, “you …
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Nobody said a word for what felt like a full minute. Chrissy put her fingers to the little gold locket at her throat as if it had grown hot. Aunt …
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On the recording Walt cleared his throat. The screen door banged again, far off. “The bank man called Friday, Bev,” he said. “The offer on the diner loan will not …
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Patrice read the line at the bottom of the pink paper a second time, as though she hoped it would change. Then she looked down the long table, past the …
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“I have had a spare to your house since Dad died,” Todd said, and he said it to the ham. “Mom, I did not think it was stealing. I thought …
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