Samuel Reed Kept an Old Wooden Bat Behind the Pantry Door for Twenty Years
I put the lid on the pot.
“All right.”
She left a little after eight with her coat over her arm.
I sat up with the farm report and didn’t take my boots off.
I heard a car at ten past two, and then I didn’t hear it leave.
I had the porch light on before I got the door all the way open.
Claire stood on the top step with her arms wrapped tight around her middle.
Her feet were bare on the boards.