Uncle T shows up in the dirt yard with his battered leather bags. The girls are drying plates, stacking them on the shelf above the woodstove, and they see him out the smudgy kitchen window. Sister Estrogen is in the pantry, wiping jars of peaches. Sister Estrogen! Say the girls. There’s a strange man in … Continue reading Uncle T
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Ruby
The day that Jules’ dog died, he drove his truck down to the Oconee river and parked it in the poplar trees along to the bank. It was springtime, and the grass was dotted with white daises and small yellow flowers whose names he did not know. The vet had given Jules a small plastic … Continue reading Ruby
