MY HUSBAND TOLD ME I’D GO BACK TO NOTHING

was his real name,” I said. “If mine was Harrington. What was his.”

Kroger looked at Eleanor. Something passed between them I didn’t understand yet.

“That’s the part,” he said, “I think she should tell you.”

The Name

Eleanor didn’t say anything in the car going back. She looked out the window the whole drive down the Saw Mill, at the brown river and the continue reading …