Since the holidays have just passed and we’re in the glum of winter, I was feeling somewhat nostalgic and in the mood to read something older so I decided upon this new Open Road reprint of Southern-writer Joan Williams’ 1961 novel “The Morning and the Evening.” Set in the small town of Marigold,...
Two green flies buzzed in a bothered way against the screen. Getting up, she thrust further open a torn place and freed them to the city. Cautious eyes on Tony, she dressed, not wanting to be seen. She particularly could not imagine being revealed naked in this strong morning sunlight. One of his...
She would only be more wary, she would only be more prepared. No man was ever going to rattle her brains again, striking her across the head. Not unless she stuck a knife through him afterward, or killed him somehow. After that night, a different silence had existed between them. Not only had she...
In his seventy-five years, Samuel Beggs could not remember so much rain. Now, here toward the end of January, it had begun to snow and sleet; he told everyone neither could he remember a Missouri winter so cold. But it was no usual winter; floods were everywhere. The Ohio, just down the road, ove...