North Carolina Boundary Lines Drawn on an Oak Desk

coldness I had seen in committee rooms for years.

“Who authorized this, Ralph?” I asked, keeping my voice flat.

He walked toward me, his leather shoes tapping against the linoleum. He did not look at the boxes on the floor, keeping his eyes on my face. He slipped his hand into his breast pocket and pulled out a folded white paper.

“The continue reading …