“The liability clause on that paper was harsh.”

“We’re having a lovely morning,” Martha said.

“Let’s get this food inside before the flies find it.”

She opened the front door and stepped into the cool air of the house.

I stood by myself on the porch for a long minute, watching heat shimmer above the hood of my car.

At fourteen hundred hours on Wednesday I walked toward Glenn’s hardware store on Main Street with two foil-wrapped sandwiches.

I pushed open the front door.