Apr 1, 2013 | Fiction |
After Christmas Denise moved to Brooklyn and went to work in a new restaurant, and in April she sent Enid a plane ticket for her birthday. Enid thanked her and said she couldn’t possibly leave Alfred, it would not be right. Then she went and enjoyed four...
Jun 8, 2009 | Fiction |
“You know what’s funny,” I say, “the thing I was most worried about when I was down there, in the South Side, driving around and talking into the tape recorder? I was worried that after I was shot near the lake, that the murderer, who really...
