There was once a composer. Or a critic. She did not remember exactly.
We took Emmaline on what promised to be a particularly stormy night. It wasn’t hard to do, especially since all the police and alarm company people were right there in the mob with us.
“We are made of star stuff,” Alex tells me.
Shortly before Kenton Pierce discovered the bones — human bones — he flushed thirteen ruffed grouse.
I wrote Marie back. It was a love letter, a farewell card. That was over a year ago now. She responded, in a way, but then there weren’t any more letters.
Near the edge of Lake Shikotsu in southwest Hokkaido, Yuudai Takahashi claimed a patch of flat, dry land.
The cup is Alice Stout’s. It is a simple, off-white thing, one of many to be found in the cafe she runs with husband Sid.
It’s a Sunday night tradition:
-I go and buy the cheapest bottle of red wine from California at the liquor store.
When your mother refuses to talk to you after your marriage, you will turn to your husband and say, “She’ll come around to us in time.”