my mother says and gazes at my father, missing two gaps in the stream of oncoming traffic that would have allowed her to turn into the complex.My father shifts and yanks irritably at the seat belt’s restraint.“Charles?” my mother says as if waiting for instruction, as if all he has to do is say t...
She stayed in her room all day because she thought she’d gotten the stomach flu from people at work, and just the smell of all that food was making her nauseous. Not me, though. Maybe it sounds mean, but the day was still wonderful, even without my ...
I sit by the window and, with Serepta curled up in Hanna’s empty chair, watch the pale sun top the trees, the cardinals and mourning doves picking at the cracked corn sprinkled beneath the feeders, the does and their yearlings drinking from the pond, and beyond that, at the greatest distance, Han...