In Blood & Bone
I asked my father, once, to tell me about my mother. He said he met her one day when he was playing by the sea when he was just a little boy. She was swimming in a cove sheltered from the wind by high,...
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“So,” he said, startling me from my task, “what are you doing?” I looked at the handful of papers I was holding and at the shredder in front of me. It was a silly question, and he knew it. His face was...
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