“Hello, Amos.” Amos watched her climb the stairs to the church, body bouncing beneath a plain brown woolen coat. For three years, he had wanted to claim that bounce for his own, and he carefully scrutinized her every move for the receptive hints other boys had described: fluttering lashes, blushi...
VERGE.” Lewis pinched the phone receiver between his shoulder and ear, slipped his hand underneath the tangled cord, scribbled notes. “A letter, you says? What’d he write?” Pause. “Yes, yes.” Another pause, high-pitched mangle of words gushing through the phone line. “Sounds like your garden vari...