For a second I thought about going back to the library to get my bike. But Dinah didn’t have a bike, and I wasn’t sure how long she’d follow me. I decided the faster I got to the can opener, the better. “Where’s your church?” Dinah asked, looking up and down the trail. “It’s Peace Congregation, j...
—Sonnet 144, Lines 13-14 IF ERIN THE Rapist was surprised or upset that I was sitting behind her desk, she didn’t show it. She went over and sat down on the love seat. “Thank you for agreeing to talk with me privately before we do a family session,” she said. I felt myself swiveling back and fort...
Nothing. I asked myself a hundred times what I should do. What could I do? I paced about the room, imploring the gods for a sign. Then suddenly it occurred to me. I am married to the wisest man in the world. I will ask Socrates, and he will tell me what I am to do. I will do what my husband tells...