The Hickory Cane
“Mom, the lift is moving,” Leah whispered again, and we both stood frozen at the dusty window as the first empty chair swung slowly up the mountain toward the shack. …
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The Leather Wallet
“Stay right where you are, Evie,” Neil called, and this time I heard him twice, once through the phone and once through the floorboards over my head. “I have been …
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“Nobody, Tammy,” Lyle answered, and for the first time in my life I heard something in his voice that was not warmth. “There is no one out there. That valve …
The Wristwatch Read MoreThe Leather Bible
“I marked it myself, Lynn,” Wade answered, and I heard the gravel on the road behind him before I saw the pickup, white and dusty, easing around the bend. “Brand …
The Leather Bible Read MoreThe Recipe Box
“I have been using it, Beth,” Curtis answered, and his voice on the phone was calm, almost kind. “Somebody has to keep the north block alive. You know that. The …
The Recipe Box Read MoreThe Steel Thermos
“That is the skiff of Curt, Sharon,” Glen answered, in the easy tone he used to give the weather. “My brother in law ties up there when he works late …
The Steel Thermos Read MoreThe Harmonica Case
“I am in the driveway, Diane,” Dennis answered, and I heard the soft ticking of a cooling engine behind his voice. “I came back early. Nashville did not need me …
The Harmonica Case Read MoreThe Contract Envelope
“It is my contract, Brian,” I answered, and I drew the white envelope onto my lap and unclasped it with my thumb. “With a fabric company in Atlanta. They are …
The Contract Envelope Read MoreThe Blue Folder
“It is my broker statement, Mark,” I told my son, and I slid the old blue folder across the kitchen table until it rested against his elbow. “And the letter …
The Blue Folder Read MoreThe Care Fund
“It is a statement, Mom,” I answered, and I drew the first page out of the manila folder and laid it in her lap, on top of the afghan. “From …
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