My starring role in Amy’s tableau had given her the impetus to carry on, and I’d left her upstairs, to re-dress the doll, or string more lights, or maybe run the chainsaw just to break something apart. As I had come down the stairs from the attic, my hands were shaking. “What are you doin’,” May ...
Albert Einstein DISPATCH FROM THE FUTURE In the future, I’m your mother. My name is Carol. I hold you when you want me to and I don’t ask questions. I never call your name when I lose sight of you in public. In the future, we’re discreet. We live forever or seem to. We upholster our lives with ...