Archive for January 2018
Hotel
She stood near the bar, talking to a guy wearing a suit worth more than I make in a month. Her hair was wound up tight in a bun, except for one blond wisp trailing down the back of her neck. That rebel curl said everything. Lawyers everywhere. A big conference. The banquet had let…
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My mother is a beautiful girl, smiling out from a faded photograph. Dad always claimed he fell in love with her at first sight. She was just seventeen then, in awe of the handsome businessman who’d driven out to her father’s farm. My father—confirmed bachelor, practical to the core—always struck me as an unlikely target…
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