Polar bears like to go dancing in the shallowest bend of the Biekenfau River. They splash gaily in the rocks. They wave colored flags on wooden sticks. They wear coral tutus and bang on tambourines. The bears come to dance at night
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You were baking shrimp. It was evening in Brooklyn in late October. Yellow leaves were falling off of trees and smacking the bay window. Your mother had just died. Pete was gone, too; had been gone. The oven dinged. You checked your
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It is hot – so hot. The sort of heat that seeps through your clothes to your skin, drips down your scalp, and makes you want to scratch, an itch that won’t stop. I wipe the back of my hand on my
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“How do I look?” “You look fine, honey.” “Is it fine or beautiful?” “You look like a mom,” he said. “Are you sure?” “Yes. I’m sure.” Lillian Ratcliff fluttered about the nursery as if a butterfly had taken possession of her body.
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