The Bid The auction started at ten dollars. Thomas had the microphone and the room — two hundred guests in a ballroom built for exactly this kind of evening, chandeliers […]
Same Thing I’m eighty-one years old, and until a few weeks ago I believed I had already buried everyone I ever loved. First Walter. Then my daughter Eileen. Same accident, […]
The morning Tom left, I was making coffee in the kitchen where we had done everything together for four years. That kitchen held more of our marriage than any other […]