North Carolina Boundary Lines Drawn on an Oak Desk

my coat pocket, knowing there is no turning back.

The heavy oak door to Senator Ralph Hise’s office was already propped open when I reached the third floor at ten o’clock the next morning.

The air inside his suite smelled of expensive furniture polish and the damp wool of raincoats drying near the radiator. Ralph was sitting behind his wide desk, twirling continue reading …