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The Sureness of Horses Conclusion—Chapters 35-37 and Postscript
Click to see: Summary of All Chapters 35 One Saturday, when I brought Eva back to Diana’s, she and I talked in her kitchen. “I’m hoping you’ll stick around for Christmas,” I said. “Amelia’s coming out. She wants to discuss ideas about what to do after graduation.” “I haven’t made plans yet.” Diana was dipping pieces

Uncle Bill
Alice Randall drove along a desolate road amid the soaked barren wheat fields of northern Kansas. Stands of bare trees separated neighboring properties. Every so often, she would spot hunters in orange vests wandering over the dark wet soil. When she reached Masonville, she took a brief tour of the town to see what had

The Sureness of Horses Chapters 32, 33, and 34
Click to see: Summary of Preceding Chapters 32 Once Eva was successfully settled in with Diana and Beth, the days went by in a blur. In addition to worrying about Eva and any relationship I had left with Diana, I had to screen my calls for reporters. A story, “Police Investigating Possible Murder Suicide,” was printed on

Melville’s Pale Ravener
A sophomore in high school, I got my first job at a second-hand bookstore a few blocks west of the Northwestern University campus. I mainly dusted and straightened the innumerable old books of all sorts, took in money and made change, and cleaned up the place on Saturday mornings. That last task was the vital

A Lion in the Woods
I It was nearly dark when 10-year-old Tommy Tucker zipped around the corner of the old train station on his bike to witness the cougar atop its prey. Startled by the squeaking brakes and the bike’s headlight, the huge cat retracted its claws and fled across the tracks, disappearing behind an abandoned warehouse. There on
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The Sureness of Horses Conclusion—Chapters 35-37 and Postscript
Click to see: Summary of All Chapters 35 One Saturday, when I brought Eva back to Diana’s, she and I talked in her kitchen. “I’m hoping you’ll stick around for Christmas,” I said. “Amelia’s coming out. She wants to discuss ideas about what to do after graduation.” “I haven’t made plans yet.” Diana was dipping pieces

Uncle Bill
Alice Randall drove along a desolate road amid the soaked barren wheat fields of northern Kansas. Stands of bare trees separated neighboring properties. Every so often, she would spot hunters in orange vests wandering over the dark wet soil. When she reached Masonville, she took a brief tour of the town to see what had

The Sureness of Horses Chapters 32, 33, and 34
Click to see: Summary of Preceding Chapters 32 Once Eva was successfully settled in with Diana and Beth, the days went by in a blur. In addition to worrying about Eva and any relationship I had left with Diana, I had to screen my calls for reporters. A story, “Police Investigating Possible Murder Suicide,” was printed on

Melville’s Pale Ravener
A sophomore in high school, I got my first job at a second-hand bookstore a few blocks west of the Northwestern University campus. I mainly dusted and straightened the innumerable old books of all sorts, took in money and made change, and cleaned up the place on Saturday mornings. That last task was the vital

A Lion in the Woods
I It was nearly dark when 10-year-old Tommy Tucker zipped around the corner of the old train station on his bike to witness the cougar atop its prey. Startled by the squeaking brakes and the bike’s headlight, the huge cat retracted its claws and fled across the tracks, disappearing behind an abandoned warehouse. There on