Robin Merrow MacCready books

Buried (2010)

“Yeah, my place,” I said, lining up my baby carrots evenly. One, two, three, four, five. I ate one. “I’ll bring what I started for health, and we can look at the notes for the poetry quiz.” “What quiz?” “What quiz? The one tomorrow. It’s prep for the test.” “Hmm.” I touched each carrot, then ate ...