Miriam Found a Reflection in a Mirror That Ended Her Marriage

said. “This man has a second mailbox.”

I turned the photographs over one by one, watching the seasons change on the Canton sidewalk. In the early shots, Arthur wore his heavy winter coat, the collar turned up against the wind. In the later ones, taken in July and August, he was in short sleeves, his arms tanned from the sun, his hair freshly cut.