Laura Moe books

Breakfast with Neruda (2016)

I stumble back to my car and Shelly is sitting on the open tailgate, inhaling a Marlboro. “Hey,” I say. “I see you survived the latest tornado,” she says. “Really? So that was a tornado.” “Yeah. A small one hit the north end of town,” she says. “The power’s out at our house again.” “Same here,” I...