me judge pies at the county fair for twenty years.
“Mrs. Canton?” he said carefully, as if saying my name too loudly might break me. “You all right? You look… you look like you’ve been through it.”
“I’m fine, Ray,” I said.
The lie came out smooth. Habit.
Ray glanced at my suitcase, then at the dust on my shoes. His gaze flicked toward the road behind me,continue reading …
