His brother’s marriage had seemed solid enough to him over the years, and it countered somehow his own life, gave him, even, a kind of licence. That it might be coming apart troubled him, and that he was being no help to Frank at all. He climbed the stone steps and twisted the worn key in the loc...
BY THE TIME THE ODD RAINS BEGAN, Anna had made it through a sort of spring. After she’d called on Murdock and lugged home, like booty, the iron gifts, she had joined a few—the tongs, closed into a heart shape, and hooks and rings and chains—into a sculpture, and set it on her back porch announcin...