a full night of sleep before a big volleyball game.”
“She asked why you will not walk out with her.”
Mason stopped his spoon mid-bite. The kitchen went quiet enough that the steady drip from the sink faucet sounded like small gravel hitting linoleum.
Travis pulled a blue dish towel off the stove handle. He folded it carefully down the middle, laid it flat beside the toaster, and shifted his lower jaw slowly from left to right.
“I gave my answer at supper,” Travis said. His voice stayed level, like he was explaining a worn pulley on a grain auger. “A young girl
I left Kaylee standing by the hallway mirror and drove out to my father’s farm before two o’clock.
The gravel road was dry and pitted with washboard ruts, kicking up a rooster tail of white lime dust behind my truck.
I found Duane sitting on an upside-down
