North Carolina Boundary Lines Drawn on an Oak Desk

McAdams was already sitting on the stone bench near the dry fountain, her brown leather bag resting between her feet. She had a paper sack of sandwiches from the deli on her lap, and she was watching two gray squirrels fight over a walnut on the lawn.

“They are calling for a hard frost tonight,” she said as I sat down beside her.

“The basement stays continue reading …