My Brother Thought I Was Delivering to the Country Club

Then get back to work.

Love you more than those other fools know how to.

June

There was no enclosed contact card anymore because I had used it.

Five years ago.

That was the part that twisted me.

I already knew Gerald Mott. A dry little lawyer with suspenders and nicotine fingers. Nana had given me his number on a grocery receipt the summer before she died continue reading …