I didn’t see Curt at all, but Gaby came in a couple of times looking pale and Camille-like—particularly alongside ruddy, jovial Carrie Robinson. She’d shake her head when I asked if there was anything new. There was something new, but not in the quest for Gil Sisk. One night a rock smashed the wi...
When no corpse was found and no rape reported he’d get curious and look me up. Eventually. I’ll carry a gun in my purse and I’ll kill him. I’d never wanted anything quite so badly. It made my career seem like a girlish whim. Dirt prickled inside my stockings and trickled down my back as I fluffed...
An old man lights an oil lamp in the savanne. Black bare feet move silently on white sand streets as lovers go to the beach in pairs. In a dozen doorways, cutlasses sing on stone as their owners sharpen them for tomorrow’s work. In the savanne, old men sit on fallen palm trunks and talk in their ...
Elizabeth sat in a straight chair beside an air conditioner which leaked water beneath her feet. The men in the room were compulsive cigarette smokers; the women remained quiet during the first day of the trial, then opened up with the droning humdrum mouth-noises one hears at a quilting bee: “Ha...