Stone in the Bone

They said Mary Modesto was pregnant sometime in 1955, I think it was sometime around June, they being Dr. Heath and the nurse and an obstetrician who stops by from Glens Falls on a regular basis. Mary did not have a husband but we didn’t hold that against her, we being me and most of the people in town that I know. Unlike what a lot of people say, people in towns like ours can be pretty fair-minded, and we hold our judgment and we who are not without sin do not throw first stones, especially when we like you, and everybody likes Mary or at least there’s no reason not to. … Continue reading

Cats at the Fire Front

My stepmother calls. She says, “Jean, you don’t know what you’re missing.”

“Missing what, Hannah?” She has woken me up. “What?”

It’s late morning, autumn. The light barely makes it through the clouds. I was up past midnight with Ed doing the furs. There’s scratch marks over my hands, my fingers swell purple. … Continue reading