I put the pawn ticket and the keycard back in the glovebox and slammed it shut. The latch caught properly this time. I started the truck, backed…

Marshall came home around three o’clock. I heard the truck door slam and his heavy boots on the back porch steps. He walked through the kitchen, dropping…

Every other Saturday since March, I said. That is a lot of things that do not mean anything. He tried to step closer, reaching out a hand…

“You know I’ll make it up later.” That last one always made me want to laugh. Richard said it the way people say grace before dinner—earnestly, automatically,…