November 02, 2016 (vol. 126, iss. 21) • Page Image 13
…S he lay on her side with her head on the armrest, her angular shoulder wedged into the square corner of the couch. She was so small, you nearly missed her with a quick glance at the living room. But if you stared long enough, you could see the rise and fall of her chest. If you listened close enough, you could hear the wheezing of her lungs. I remember a lot of things: the things you see in movies, the things you read in novels. He...…

















































