Pamela Painter
Late Lunch; Early Dinner
We’re having a late lunch, five women, widows now, who have been meeting once a month for forty years. “Dress-up…
Almost There
He hands me a place card, high rag-content, from our glittering table with someone else’s name in calligraphy so elegant…
All False Starts
That the dog didn’t bark was the first sign. Who acts like that, who, tell me who acts like that…
Office at Night
They don’t seem to be working, though up to a few minutes ago, she was filing papers. A man (whom…
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