The Voice Beneath the Dirt: My Husband Thought No One Could Hear What He Did
A truck passed beyond the property.
For one impossible moment I thought it was the police, but the sound faded down the road.
The porch radio changed songs.
Garrett laughed at something Delia said.
Time lost its ordinary shape.
I started counting the boards on the porch railing.
Seven in front of the kitchen window.
Five by the steps.