Nobody expected the bloody dog. Nobody. Not even here in South Philly where some sketchy shit could be happening behind any door, down any side street, at any time of day.
Standing by the yellow kitchen telephone, cradling the receiver precariously between her jaw and shoulder, Anita gazed through the window onto the back alley.
They honeymooned in a one-star Mississippi motel: a three-story dingy cube beside an asphalt lot
When Libby’s last check from the bike shop came around, their rent was already two weeks past due.
On a Saturday morning in late September, while waiting for her estranged husband Del to arrive
The Mass is ended.
Daddy used to say it before he moved away to live with Vanessa.
With the American girl, I had a chance. Americans do not want to be racist. In Russia we do not care. We are racist.
We knew it was better just to ignore her, stay out of her way.
Leaving the house, I carried the can tight under my arm, like a football.