October 24, 2009
The dog was always bringing things back home from the woods – sticks, lost gloves, the bones of luckless animals that had succumbed to inattentiveness or the lack of a survivor’s reflex – and she would leave them at the door for Ethan. This time she brought back a human hand. It had been gnawed, [...]
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October 23, 2009
“Are there moose in Pasadena?” “Are there what? Where?” “Moose. In Pasadena. I just ask ‘cause I’ve never been to Pasadena.” Evelyn looked at Mr. Houle as if he had lost his mind. Mr. Houle had what people called “quirks.” White hair, a little bent and a smallish man, he was frailty’s poster child. He [...]
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