Apr 27, 2012

Fudging the Odds with a Borrowed Smile

As day is dark and night is light, the phone rang like it should.
“Aren’t you going to answer it?” Stetko asked.
“Let it ring a while,” I said. “Then we’ll move.”
Stetko rose from his folding chair and checked his needles one last time.

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