“Mrs. Scatcherd nods. “All right, Mr. Curran, are we ready?” “We are, Mrs. Scatcherd,” he says, and leans against the large door with his shoulder, pushing it open. WE’RE AT THE BACK OF A LARGE, WOOD-PANELED ROOM WITH NO windows,… — Christina Baker Kline Copy Share Image
“Mrs. Scatcherd says we should make a clean slate,” I say. “Let go of the past.” “I can let go of the past, no problem.” He picks up the wool blanket that has fallen to the floor and tucks it… — Christina Baker Kline Copy Share Image
