CHAPTER ONE Winter isn’t always a season. It can be a lifetime, a day or one narrow moment when everything that was living freezes up and ices over, shriveling to nothing and sliding noiselessly into the hard ground. Winter, it turns out, comes in many forms: the day you realize that more of your life …
KATE Now maybe I’m making too much of something that’s nothing more than a coincidence but it seems to me that moral standards In America declined in direct proportion to the demise of the milkman. Not that I think the Milkman was the actual reason for those peaceful, carefree days. He was a symbol, a …
DANA He always left his underwear on the floor. Not in one spot either. He’d scatter it around the bedroom like some sort of boundary: near the bed, by the hamper, in front of the bathroom door. It reminded me of a dog pissing on trees around his yard. His cologne was everywhere. He would …
