“The garden has always been my joy. Before Pop (Ma’s deceased husband of nearly 50 years) died we worked in it together. I have pushed a plow all over this garden. Don’t you think Pop is proud of my crop?” It was more of a statement than a question. “I believe he sees a...
On a Sunday night there were a dinner party at the country club and a tryst at a roadside tourist cabin and a prayer meeting at the Lutheran Church and three drunks telling lies in the men’s room of the bus depot and a Negro child dying f leukemia on Jitney Street and a young coup...