Back then your kin could lean down on you with the weight of the world and still not quite say, "Get yourself up here to see Mary Greet; she's dying fast, and it's your plain duty." So in mid-February of 1960, on the floor of my own despair, I got [...]
SYLVIE stood at the hot sink, straight and firm. The window to her left still let in daylight; but she'd already lit the hanging lamp, so she worked in two lights—day and oil—washing in silence.
Rob came up behind her in sockfeet, si [...]