Mrs. Dent opened the door. She had her hair tied up and was wearing a blue, plaid house dress with thick soled orthopedic shoes. There was never a time I didn’t notice how bowed her legs were. She would have made a great cowgirl. Mrs. Dent in a blue plaid shirt with mother of pearl snap buttons, leather chaps over thick denim jeans, swinging a ( Read more... )

Tears ran from the corners of her eyes. Sam just stood there, watching. All at once she flung herself over, bent at the waist, and hung there limply. Still crying. Her long, wavy hair swayed just slightly. Where the strands almost touched the ground, he could see dark splotches appear where her tears hit the concrete. The sun was still shining, the ( Read more... )

 I am jealous that he is rooting for Portugal because he once dated a Portuguese woman ( Read more... )