Grandfather Won One Hundred Dollars for Naming a Blue Can

and started the engine, leaving me alone in the yard.

The diner parking lot was dark by eight, the gravel damp under the yellow high-pressure sodium lights.

Evelyn was sitting in her sedan, the engine idling with a low, rhythmic rattle.

I tapped on her window, and she rolled it down just two inches, the cool air carrying the scent of continue reading …