The Brass Gate Key
“…is sixty acres, give or take, out on Highway 6, with a creek and a stand of live oaks and a tin roofed barn. Uncle Wiley bought it in 1979, …
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The Cream Envelope
I opened the cream envelope and slid the contract onto the kitchen island, beside the stack of granite samples that Leigh had never put away. Grant picked it up before …
The Cream Envelope Read MoreThe Man on the Porch
The man on our front porch was sixty or thereabouts, with a gray ponytail and a leather jacket worn soft at the elbows. He stood with his hands folded in …
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Travis lifted the lid of the old gray tackle box, and the smell that came out was not fish. It was crisp, clean paper. He reached in and drew out …
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“…she said, ‘Ingrid, you have a good life in Minneapolis, a house with a garden and a husband who adores you. You have always had what you needed. That girl …
The Last Egg Cup Read MoreThe Brown Envelope
I pulled the contract out of the long brown envelope and laid it on the kitchen table next to the plate of bacon, with the printout of Jo Ann on …
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It was a young man. He stood on the front porch in a pressed blue shirt, with his hands at his sides, and he looked so much like my husband …
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I unzipped the old canvas bag and laid its contents on the dining table beside the roast. It was not coins. It was a stack of papers in a clear …
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“…there was only one person in the world he wanted to have it. He said, ‘The boy next door. The one who shines my shoes without being asked.” Reverend Hollis …
The Gold Watch Read MoreThe Third Floor
“He made it to the third floor,” Gail said. She was sitting in the visitor chair in a hospital gown of her own, a plastic bracelet on her wrist, with …
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