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r.kv.r.y. Quarterly Literary Journal Summer/Fall 2007
At six-thirty in the morning, Jim's grandchild Andrew was crying in the back bedroom. Jim lay still in the dim morning light, while his wife Betsy got out of bed and padded away. The baby stopped crying. Jim heard Betsy murmur something, and then his daughter-in-law Valerie mumur in reply.
And now that he was truly awake, the realization shifted into his consciousness. Their son Scott was not in the back bedroom, where he had slept every summer of his life while they were in Stone Harbor. Scott was in Iraq.
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But Little
The Hudson Review Summer 2004
The air-conditioner was going full blast. Claudette pictured herself catching hold of Father Conroy after Mass and making a little joke about how a young priest like him might look up from the altar once in a while, just to be sure the old folks hadn't frozen to death in the pews.
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Sisters Of The Prodigal
The Christian Century June 1994
All I had to say to Noreen this afternoon was, "Mother sent Gerald up to Hank's Hardware to get a screen for the kitchen door."
Noreen cocked an eyebrow and said, "Is there a story to this?"
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