The Neon Seahorse
The father of Lauren is named Richard Pruitt, a heavy, kind faced man who owns three car washes in Gulf Breeze, and he held the paper in both hands as …
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The Bill of Sale
Charles Whitaker pulled out a chair at his own table, the best one, beside the window, and he held it for me. I sat. I could feel every eye in …
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Walter Lindgren did not answer his granddaughter at once. He looked at the pearls on her neck, three strands, with a gold clasp, and then he looked at me, and …
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I shifted the stack of valet tickets from one hand to the other and took the congresswoman by the elbow, because the rain was coming down hard and she was …
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Ryan opened his mouth, and for a long time nothing came out of it. The jazz trio had drifted into a slow, apologetic version of an old standard, and a …
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I did not answer him. I did not need to. Margaret Chen, standing beside me in a sequined green gown, still holding my hand, turned to the boss of Bradley …
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I took the card from her hand, and I held it to my chest. It was the blueberry buckle, written in the round, slanting pencil of my grandmother, with a …
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I rose from my folding chair, which took some doing, and took the painting from her hands. It was the Owasco Lake, in fog, the one I had painted the …
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I came down the porch steps, one hand on the rail, and took the rug from her arms. It was the red lightning pattern, the one my grandmother used to …
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I stood up from my lawn chair. My back cracked like a dry branch. The man in the Orvis vest was holding the pintail so carefully that you would have …
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