Now it was July. She thought of the house beneath her. The marble table in the hall with the silver communion dish on feet and a drawer tangled with keys, a clay head sculpted by Margie. Then the hooks under the stairs and coats hanging. More coats in the closet. A row of flower prints on the wal...
Mary’s ON THE DRIVE to Aboke, Grace reported the rebels had attacked a grocery nearby in Atipe and there were three abductions. How do you get this news with no phone lines? Don said, hungover, with pink eyes. Grace shrugged. One hears it. A dented van packed with bodies careened past them, its b...