Miriam Found a Reflection in a Mirror That Ended Her Marriage

and smoothed the paper flat on the desktop under the reading lamp. It was a receipt from a florist shop on Broad Street, dated the previous Thursday at four in the afternoon.

The total was eighty-two dollars, paid in cash for a dozen red roses.

I stared at the slip of paper under the desk lamp. On that Thursday afternoon, Arthur had called me to say continue reading …