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Blessing the Dog
He waited, but the dog didn’t come. He went back into the house. His wife was strapping on her brassiere, skin spilling over where the strap was tight. “Seen the dog?” he said. “Haen’t my…
Something to Show
The corridors buzzed with all the chatter and anticipation of a courtroom before a major trial. At five after eleven, packs of people scurried to their seats looking greedily toward the stand. The chapel bulged.…
Sanctified, In the Flesh
He disengaged the gear, ground the key forward. The motor clicked. The steerage went heavy in his hands. He pushed the signal bar upward with his palm, crossed lanes. “What is it?” she asked. “Nothing,”…
Elizabeth, and Dying Wishes
All winter and into spring Charlie Sutton tended his wife as best he could. It was awkward from the start, knowing that the outcome was never really in doubt. The cancer that Bettie defeated six…
Sister Dallon Gets Tattooed
Johnny take a walk With your sister the moon Let her pale light in To fill up your room You’ve been living underground Eating from a can You’ve been running away from what you don’t understand U2, “Mysterious Ways” Sister Alice Dallon…
Wide Angle
I told Darcy I’d meet her here. Right here. I can’t say where here is. I’ve made promises. We’re going to grab a bite to eat. You wouldn’t know to eat here. It’s on the…
Cordoba
Mom moved up to Santa Barbara, and Dad started having girlfriends over. Ladyfriends, he called them. When I stayed home sick from school, I saw the ladyfriends leave for work. “How cute. Is this yours?”…
The Body of the Lord’s Fair Night
Florence Gradon was a good-looking girl, but her looks were nine out of ten parts spirit. Her skirts swung just so, while she danced, her brown hair liked its ribbons fine, and the great good…
An Episode from the Memoirs of Elder Thomas, A Somewhat Less than Good and Faithful Servant
[Tuesday, November 19.] Brother Duvalier—the branch president—had us out to his farm for dinner tonight. Which is to say, he had us out to milk cows with his farmhand while his wife made us dinner. …
Like the Rose
For Baldomero and Adeena My real name is Carlos, but ever since I turned eight everyone calls me Charlie. That’s the name I received from Allen and Johnson, the first two Mormons who ever set…