Thursday, March 20th:

I chatted with Alison, Tammy, Cassy, and Marylin (their mother) in their kitchen. I haven't seen them since Alison's wedding, and they looked the same—happy, edgily well-dressed—except that Alison wore her normal stylings instead of the white gown.
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Thursday, February 7:

The clear night sky twinkled overhead as I left the supermarket. I crossed the dry ground covering the parking lot and stopped by a low rise. Martin and Najah sat against the rise, trying to explain something to each other with rocks. I looked at a half-buried log; something like a wad of clay capped the end of the large ( Read more... )