White Spots on My Cheeks Led to an Unwanted Contract

my Buick’s engine the only sound in the cool afternoon air.

Clara was already standing on her porch, her hands shoved deep into the pockets of her gray wool sweater.

We did not speak until we were inside her kitchen with two mugs of black coffee between us on the oilcloth table.

I laid the three court pages flat between our mugs.

Clara adjusted her glasses,continue reading …