What She Left Me The chapel had smelled of white roses and candle wax, and I remember that more clearly than anything the priest said. My mother had always loved […]
Vincent Thomas Dalton The fluorescent lights in courtroom 4B buzzed with the particular persistence of something that cannot be turned off. I had been sitting under them for forty minutes, […]
Good My son had spent the money in his head long before the papers were signed. I knew that before he walked through my screen door. I knew it the […]
Before Anyone Carries a Box I had been counting miles for two hours when the lake first appeared through the trees, the way it always does on that particular stretch […]