I am on a roller coaster which is click clacking up a steep incline. Lily, my eight-year-old granddaughter, is sitting next to me. "This is boring," she laments, gazing languidly over the side of ...  [+]

"The baseboards can always be painted over."

The sentence played over and over again in Margaret's head. The real estate agent had muttered it innocently under her breath, but it stuck with he ...  [+]

Knox had been hanging around 8th street since before they put in the ATMs. We didn't know where he lived, but that's where he'd been ever since I'd moved here about ten years ago. He used a cracked ...  [+]