Daddy
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True
Read fullFrom the east side of Detroit, this is Corner to Corner. I'm Julian Ames. I say it out loud to my windshield at a quarter to four on a Saturday, sitting in my car in front of…
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Up the Hollow
Read fullBy the time the mare would let anybody near her, Ezra Cline's barn was a black frame against the ridge, and the chief had quit coughing long enough to cuss me. "You're going to…
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Medium Plus
Read full"You're three hours late and you've parked on my crush pad, Agius. Shift it before I put it through the destemmer." Graham Kessner is standing in the winery shed doorway with the…
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The Garden Key
Read fullRohan Rohan Barrett stood in his mother's kitchen in Vineyard Town with a bin bag in each hand and twenty-six years of Birmingham still in his vowels. The zinc roof banged in the…
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Boil Delivery
Read fullThe first crawfish out of the sack caught Lamar Fontenot by the thumb, and he only shook it off into the ice chest and said, "Feisty batch," and that, first of all, was what…
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Autumn Show
Read fullI have left a tray of kale on the water butt between plots fourteen and fifteen, and for the best part of an hour Tam Moffat has walked past it without picking it up. I am…
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Fairing
Read fullArlen Coombs has hauled lobster traps off the east side of Little Spruce Island for thirty-eight years and has never once been afraid of the water, so it is a bad sign that he…
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Voice Notes
Read fullFor six years I knew Kayode Balogun as a voice, and at Murtala Muhammed airport at ten past eleven on a Friday night the voice walked up to me in the body of a man in a grey kaftan…
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Concert Pitch
Read fullYou hear the truck before you see it, because the muffler has been going since 2011 and Gaétan has never once admitted it. It is ten past six on a Friday in late October, and the…
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The Rule
Read fullSignal Number Eight went up at ten past five, and by six o'clock Stanley Fung had stopped pretending to read the freight report. The office on the fourteenth floor of a Sheung Wan…
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Bread in the Ground
Read fullThe whole valley smells of boiled eggs, and Mal Kearney, who has cooked on ships for twenty-six years and thought he had smelled everything, takes it personally. "It is sulphur,"…
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Second Opinion
Read fullGerry Pask had rung me eleven times in nine days to ask whether a mare looked uncomfortable, and when the foaling alarm finally went off at ten to three on a Thursday morning in…