I Came Home From Teaching All Day to Find a Lock on My Own Pantry

trip to the coast of Maine, the ones where every brushstroke reminded me of Arthur laughing because we’d gotten hopelessly lost looking for a plaza. Clare said they were dated and replaced them with modern art she’d bought at a gallery. She packed the landscapes in a box and told me not to worry, that I’d want to look at them someday, as if my own continue reading …