In the field behind Scoop’s house was an abandoned Pontiac Firebird and inside this Firebird was a three-foot-long rat snake, and I said, “Kill it,” but Scoop said no, that was bad luck, what had the snake ever done to us, and using a branch, he wrangled it from the driver’s seat. “The King of…
On the third day of vacation, we woke in our rental cabins by the ocean to find half our flip-flops were gone. One of the baby’s potato-size sandals was missing as well. By the door, out on the patio, wherever we’d left a pair of shoes, only one remained. From some pairs, it was the…
Graduation Day at New Castle Correctional. Hot and hopeful under the August sun, air crinkling above the highway. Except my very used Dodge Neon didn’t care for the heat, flatlining a few hundred yards from daycare. I glanced at Ryan, then coasted to the shoulder, gravel dinging the chassis. No way could I make it…
Aisha threw the first stone. The crowd of girls went silent as it arced through the humid twilight, striking the principal’s thick ankle. The hush lasted a few seconds more as we processed her gasp. Our principal did feel pain after all. Then Nonso whooped and let a second stone loose. “Stop!” Mrs. Haastrup shouted…
A Certain Kind of Gray (Rhinebeck, New York) At that point they were still trying to solve it by talking and so they went, together, to see a psychologist who worked out of an office in her house. It was a beautiful place off a dirt road. There were always men working in the yard….
Our friends, our very good friends, are getting a divorce. Julia and Sunny, lovable and loving, whom we’ve adored from the beginning, when we were all in medical school. The past few years have been difficult, we know that; we’ve known that for a while. It’s not news to us that there’ve been problems, some…
The call about Stone comes just as Kaat is removing her soufflé from the oven, the snug apartment amurmur with meandering piano music. The soufflé’s rise is perfect, its russet crown flawless; through a dozen attempts in as many weeks she’s nearly mastered the form. Even Stone’s noticed. “Merde!” she says as the phone jangles,…
“Fran’s friend has cancer,” Sheila says. “Who?” “Fran’s friend. Has cancer.” “I don’t know who you’re talking about.” “I’m telling you. Fran’s friend.” Max looks up from his menu. “I’m hearing the words, Sheila. I’m asking who the hell is Fran?” “You don’t know who Fran is?” “I don’t know who Fran is.” “You don’t…
Somehow, Benzy hadn’t become a rabbi. He wished it were more complex than that, but it was not. He lived in his parents’ windowless basement in a Crown Heights brownstone that, if it did have windows, would have faced one of the biggest yeshivas in the neighborhood, which was basically a rabbi factory. Benzy had…
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