Yellow Ceramic Mug and Red Silk Scarf in a Red Buick

side of his car, his keys in his hand, looking down at the ground.

Nicole did not look at him as she unlocked her own car, her movements quick and jerky.

“Will they stay in Oak Creek?” Raymond asked, leaning back against the wicker support.

“I do not think so,” I said, watching the yellow leaves drift past the porch steps.

Raymond reached across the small continue reading …