It had taken years to build and equip Fred’s clinic. She supposed the mess looked worse than it was. This sort of destruction so often did. Still, it was daunting to see how little a life’s work could be boiled down to—and how quickly. "Hey, Casie! You going to give us a hand?" She turned around ...
A summer breeze drove the scent of charbroiling hamburgers and hot dogs into neighboring yards, lifted the dangling curtain of blue oilcloth that was spread over the long picnic table, sending paper napkins and plates flying. Alice’s mother, sisters and daughters reached hastily for them, collide...