Publication Year: 2013
Published by: University of Massachusetts Press
Title Page, Copyright, Dedication
Table of Contents
I do not know where Margaret is. She sends me a brochure describing a cruise to the Galapagos, on the back of which she’s written, Shall we pack? But I can’t travel anymore. I have caretakers. In my eighty-eight years, I have never been with a man....
Posthumous Fragments of Veronica Penn
2007. Even now, she could summon the moment that she met her husband, though she didn’t often want to. No, she liked to daydream about another young man, whom she could still see—it was uncanny how crisply—walking toward her, his face full of what she’d thought was confidence but later recognized...
Anna passes her parents’ bedroom and sees through the cracked door her mother standing in her underwear in front of a fulllength mirror. Her mother raises her arms over her head and releases a blue bundle that tumbles down her body and becomes a dress. She adjusts its fit across her hips, zips its back zipper...
The first time Mira sees Hugh, he is trying to thread his body through an unstrung tennis racket. She’s on one side of a crowded room and he’s on the other, but there is a little gap in the crush of people and she watches him twisting his compact body sideways, hoisting up his pants leg, and stretching...
Leah and Ian were hunting for garbage. Leah was getting bored. “Show a little skin!” she shouted at the men loading onto buses in the outdoor plaza of Tucson’s Greyhound station. The men had wily, rash-red faces, and shuffled forward in jerks as if pursued by the jabbing handle of a rake. Heads turned in her direction....
We cornered April in the living room. She’d just left Adam. “Why now?” Margo asked. Her glasses, perfectly round, and her expression—as if she were searching perpetually for something wily and distant—lent her the appearance of a person peering through binoculars. “Why ever? You and Adam seem destined for great things.”...
My nurse fell asleep taking a few deep breaths, like the steps that lead from the deck of a swimming pool into the water. I stayed awake what felt like most of the night, but was probably twenty- or thirty-minute patches here and there. Each time I opened my eyes I felt a weird alertness, as if I were taking a...
The lily pads are gone, gone, and this is less a worry than a verdict: sad. They’ve all died on the lake in Echo Park. Or is it lotus leaves? I can’t remember. I read about it in the newspaper, a neighborhood’s minor tragedy, but it feels larger to me. Pollution to blame, probably. I don’t remember that part either, just the fact...
After the guests left, the bride floated for a while above a table covered with half-eaten pieces of wedding cake and flower petals. Her face narrowed to a knotted chin, around which was tied a length of white ribbon....
A Civilizing Effect
Edith told herself she wasn’t going to date now that she was a grandmother, yet she’d gone ahead and moved in with a man named Pete. Pete suffered from a sleep disorder. He would appear to wake up in the middle of the night, talking and lecturing, singing sometimes. Once he even shuffled into the...
Page Count: 176
Publication Year: 2013
OCLC Number: 859687694
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