Marcia Strykowski books

Call Me Amy (2013)

But first thing Saturday, I threw on an old sweatshirt and a pair of dungarees and went to Miss Cogshell’s. She was in her backyard hanging laundry on the clothesline. Bleach-scented sheets puffed up slowly, bright against the green pines. Sunlight defined the many fine lines on her face. Removin...