The heat was coming. Across the street, someone leaned on John’s car. “Friend, I say, can I talk to you for a moment?” he asked, getting off John’s car, walking toward him. His chest shined with the badge of the local sheriff. The sheriff was a real cowboy, leather-faced and pearl-buttoned, with ...
Yesterday, a little voice inside my head told me to check Jack and Sean’s passports. Lo and behold, Sean’s runs out the day before we are due to fly.So today I went to the post office at lunchtime to renew it. I filled in the forms surreptitiously at work this afternoon and took them back to the ...