The Proposal (part 10)

“What about the garden?” Ayn asked. “For the hundredth time, Ayn,” her dad said, “they said they’d have someone come do the upkeep. Like with the house. Keep an eye on it.” Leaving the garden to strangers  felt like the biggest abandonment of her mom. She had loved tending the garden, and it showed. Their yard

Love Potion Number Nine (part 2)

“You all right, Linda?” “Yes,” I lie. It feels like I’ve been punched in the gut. He pauses. He knows me better than that, but also knows how fragile the balance is between us right now. We’re practiced, Marty and I, at the fine art of dancing around issues. “Okay.” I watch my husband walk