My Neighbor Dug Holes in His Backyard Every Weekend – Then the Police Suddenly Arrived One Morning

through every slammed door, every unanswered letter, every year of silence, and every cruel story told in my ear.

Last night, I was leaving Linda’s apartment when she said, “Anna—”

I paused.

She looked nervous. “Sorry. Alma. I still don’t know which name you prefer.”

I stood there a long time before answering.

Then I said, “When it’s just us, you can call continue reading …