Annette’s husband, Corky, ran the mail boat to and from Sounder. They had two young sons, and Annette helped out often at school. Betty had talked to Annette dozens of times at beach picnics and dances at the post office, and Corky had stopped by to help Bill with this or that on the farm. Betty ...
She could not understand why—when it was hot and sticky and the weight of even a cotton T-shirt felt like heavy armor—anyone would want to join throngs of other hot, sticky people, bumping against each other, breathing in the scents of sweat and suntan lotion and hot dogs. And even if you carved ...