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

the flowers through a light gray drizzle. Her headstone was wet; her name darker in the rain. I touched the carved letters with two fingers.

“I still miss you, darling. Every room in that house is too quiet without you.”

I stood there longer than usual. Told Evelyn that Anna had been acting strange. That the gutters needed cleaning. And that I still continue reading …