the road
Rudy drove along the peaceful road, reflecting about the past two years he spent living and working in Arkansas. Two years of necessary income but, two years without a full-time family. As he drove,...
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I heard he was interested in a girl, a younger woman. Someone he met, somewhere. She had dark hair and dark eyes. And was supposedly nice. A nice, simple girl. He didn’t talk about her, and she didn’t...
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The kids sat, desks spread out throughout the classroom, concentrating on their work. Work they didn’t want to do. Didn’t have to do. If only they’d simply behaved. Work they were doing as a...
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Back in the day. Long ago. Five days after Rudy and I met. He called me. Called me at home. Where I was living with my parents. … I’m almost certain we met on a Saturday night. At a Tupperware™ party....
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