It felt like home, even though his parents didn’t give him a home, only a place to stay. He was never abused in any way that Child Protective Services could have acted on—his father rarely hit him, and his mother never did. They didn’t even raise their voices to him very often. But they didn’t do...
Her father was at work, so her mother went. Mrs. Cole, the math teacher, had looked at Laura’s notebook, trying to see where Laura was going wrong in her understanding of math, and had seen the rhyme Laura had written about her. “It’s pretty funny, and I’m not annoyed about her making fun of me,”...
He got up, started coffee brewing, fed Pangur Ban, then took a shower. He toweled himself dry, put on jeans and a shirt and sat in a chair and drank a cup of coffee as he looked at the Arizona Republic’s website to see if they’d posted any news of the robbery yet. There was a very short piece jus...