Not bothering to lock her car, she followed the redbrick walkway to a fourteen-foot door of carved oak. Through the leaded windowpanes of frosted glass, Elsie could see lights on in the hallway. She screwed up her courage and pressed the doorbell. Nothing. She rang again,...
Two run-throughs at the Jiffy Go automatic carwash rinsed a fair amount of the shells and the muck, but a coating remained that seemed to be stuck there for good. She could read the reference to the verse in Deuteronomy. People gonna think I’m born again, she reflected, cracking a humorless smi...
Elsie heard the buzz before she saw it; twisting around in her chair, she looked up and watched it zigzag around the room. Judge Callaway was seated at the bench, flipping through the pages of Billy Yocum’s motion. “Billy,” he said, “what are you thinking about this?” &nbs...
I washed my face and raked a brush through my hair. Didn’t do much good. My hair sprung out like tree branches from a night of head tossing on a feather pillow. When I tried to brush it out, my hair pulled, so I figured I’d tie it all up in a ponytail. My day was off to a bad start. Another thing...