North Carolina Boundary Lines Drawn on an Oak Desk

his wristwatch as he read a single sheet of blue paper.

“They locked me out, Don,” I said, setting the heavy box on his visitor chair.

He looked up, his low, resonant voice breaking the quiet of the office. He tapped his pen on the desk and motioned for me to sit.

“Ralph delivered the suspension notice himself,” I said. “My things were already packed continue reading …