The policeman is here. I’m five in braids. The officer doesn’t see me. The landlady shook, shook, shook her dust mop over laundry my
The policeman is here. I’m five in braids. The officer doesn’t see me. The landlady shook, shook, shook her dust mop over laundry my
My grandmother’s mahogany end table, the other grandmother’s fluted vase, Aunt Marge’s petit point covered side chair, and the O’Connell family Bible, rescued
The Weber is grill still, front teeth cracked, spilled legs airing indecently on the flagstone a mark of last week’s violent spent wind our
