North Carolina Boundary Lines Drawn on an Oak Desk

his silver wrist watch as he stepped into the light of the humming fluorescent tubes. Don was fifty-four, his hair silvering at the temples, and his posture was always as upright as a soldier on parade.

“The legislative drafting office just sent these over, Clara,” he said.

He laid a heavy leather folder across my oak desk, right over my stack of yellowed continue reading …