Joanna Holloway — The House They Tried to Take
“I can’t run it,” I said.
“We don’t need a commander.
We need a board member willing to ask hard questions.”
That was a different request.
I thought of the photograph of Isaac’s house, the blue tarp flapping over the roof.
I thought of Wayne’s daughter and the postcards he had mailed from places where the sun felt too close.
“I’ll think about it.”
On the drive home, a snow flurry swept across the highway even though the calendar promised spring.
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