Jimmy asked, “that Diocletian was the only Roman emperor who died in his bed?” “How did the others die?” I asked. I didn’t really care about a bunch of guys who’d been gone two thousand years. But Jimmy has a way of sucking you in. “Most of them wer...
Barbara said. We sat squinched together on a lifeguard chair, watching the sunset over the bay. The glowing red ball had just sunk below the horizon. Now layers of gold and rose and violet bounced back and folded in on themselves in the banks of low-lying clouds around the...
I asked Tanama one day. We were engaged in making poisoned arrowheads. She pressed the grated yuca to extract its venom, laying aside the pulp to be used in making bread. I dipped the sharpened fishbones, bound to wooden arrows fletched with bright red feathers, in the venomous juice. ...