Mad Dash books

Patricia Gaffney

I go down hard, but Andrew’s voice on the machine loosens something that was tight inside me, a dry sponge in water. “Hi, babe,” I say, full of relief, as if he can hear me. Sprawled on the plank floor, craning away from the puppy’s exuberant tongue kisses, I rub my sore knee and listen to my hus...