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January 2, 2004 by Christopher Lewis Gibson
While Ian drove to the little white house on 1610 Allen Street, he told Mackenzie what Roy had said to him last night. “At first I wasn’t sure if I should say anything, but then I thought you’d understand,” Ian said. “He’s like my brother. I guess he’s like how Vaughan is to you. You know? And so I watch out for him. And I kind of want him to know he’s not just tagging along. That he is wanted,” Ian said as they approached the little house. Ian did not hit the horn, which surprised Macken...
January 2, 2004 by Christopher Lewis Gibson
Although I hide it my love shows in my face So plainly that he asks me, are you thinking of something? --Taira No Kanemori C H A P T E R F O U R WHEN SHE SAYS, “OH I think Ian should ask?” even though Ian is taken aback, he waits for the rationale behind Tina’s suggestion to show itself. “Well,” Tina s...
December 20, 2003 by Christopher Lewis Gibson
Tina was sitting in the middle of the large, heavily quilted bed, finishing up her western civ when she heard the three times knock, the space, the two knock followed by three more. She stopped, putting down her pen on the notebook and looking to the crucifix overhead. Since she’d made no noise, then the door jiggled open and, down below, there was the opening of a door and then the shutting of it. Footsteps came up from downstairs from the hole near the foot of her bed, and then Mackenzie e...
December 19, 2003 by Christopher Lewis Gibson
I beheld her, beautiful as a dove, rising above the waterbrooks; and her raiment was filled with perfume beyond all price. Even as the springtime was she girded with rosebuds and lilies of the valley... - The Song of Songs SINCE CHILDHOOD, MACKENZIE HAS MADE fun of me for using big words and reading all the time, for just being plain strange. It’s not a bad funmaking. He just shakes his head or rush...
December 13, 2003 by Christopher Lewis Gibson
FOR OVER THREE YEARS NOW what Martina Foster would tell no one, not even Madeleine, was how her imagination had been taken up with Luke Madeary. She would have dyed her hair black a long time ago if not for Luke Madeary. His hair was not black, but it was very dark and it hung almost to his shoulders. It had flecks of gold in it, and it was because she knew details like this, like how his hair was not brown so much as a dark, glittering copper, that she kept him to herself. She kept how he sat...
December 12, 2003 by Christopher Lewis Gibson
v. AFTER ROY AND RACE HAD left, Mrs. Cane said, “Such a lovely night, too.” “Yeah,” mumbled Ian. He and his mother stood at the open door on the stoop, watching the car go south down the farm road, back into town. It still smelled like summer, like wet grass and the remnants of sun, and the Cane house was set back off the country road and wrapped in trees and shrubbery. The sun wasn’t down completely, and the sky was filled with the memory of the passing day. Ian, content for it ...
November 28, 2003 by Christopher Lewis Gibson
Virgins in Town C H A P T E R O N E AILEEN FOSTER TRIED TO BRACE herself. All that summer Martina had been going on about how things had to change and how they would. Last week, after saving up all summer for her daughter’s warbrobe, Aileen had said to her, “We’ll go shopping for your Back-To-School clothes on Sunday. After Mass.” But T...