“Later, you told me what your mother had said. How your father, the farmer, rose up slowly. You told me how your mother wailed on the other end of the phone, grieving her loss and complaining about the basketball of… — Jon Gresham Copy Share Image
“Later, you told me what your mother had said. How your father, the farmer, rose up slowly. You told me how your mother wailed… — Jon Gresham Copy Share Image
“We weren’t happy together but we lived in a state of easy, mild contentment. We shared everything except the stupid fucking secret hanging round… — Jon Gresham Copy Share Image
