My wife went to bed fifteen days ago, and she's been there ever since.   We came home from the hospital dazed and empty-handed. Eleanor climbed the stairs, rushed past the freshly painted second ...  [+]

"You didn't invite them in, did you, Sheila?"
Grandfather Jessup clasped my biceps in his feeble grip and searched my face, worry akin to fear darkening his eyes. I patted his liver-stained hand and ...  [+]