When a Scruffy Little Dog Refused to Let an Old Woman Disappear

where her hand usually did.

The shoebox of cards sat in the middle of the table.

Around us gathered a strange congregation: truckers and teachers, teenagers and retirees, single parents with kids in tow, the mail carrier who’d started wearing Christmas socks in March because Clara had said they made her smile. Rachel sat in the booth with her children,continue reading …