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H. E. Francis


Where’s Tom?

Bertie's downtown again," Cash said. "I wouldn't call you, Ed, but she just won't budge for me" Cash is the oldest of the town cops. He knows everyone, all two thousand in this tourist town, and it is he who invariably ran into my great-aunt, my gr [...]

Naming Things

Sometime in the dark, with the sky thinning to morning haze, when Regina went to the window, they ap peared on the shore, dark against the graying water, darker as morning rose and struck the gray sea: at first she saw a few vague forms, then heads [...]