THE DOOR TO THE MUD ROOM SQUEAKED. Emily Hampstead put a pencil in her French textbook and stood as Katherine Dempsey stopped at the kitchen door to take off her bike shoes. Emily went to the refrigerator and took out the Brita pitcher. Continue reading
“HEY, MOM! LOOK AT THOSE BIKES.” Emily pointed to a red SUV rolling out of the parking lot of Chisholm Middle School. On the roof were a pair of Colnago road racers. “Must be six thousand dollars on that car.” Continue reading
The last good man?
KATHERINE HAMPSTEAD WAS WAITING OUTSIDE school when Emily came out pushing her bicycle. Though the air was cold, the sun had shone for five days, warming the streets and railroad tracks. Mother and daughter were bundled for the cold air. Emily snapped her book-bag pannier to her bicycle rack. Continue reading
EMILY STARED at the board covered with dates while Ms. Mumford droned. The dates blurred and faded, as Emily pictured the scene at dinner the night before. Her mother had brought Mr. Dempsey (“call me Mark”) home, and Emily was conflicted about it. Continue reading
Emily squealed with delight, as she sprinted across the sidewalk toward the man riding up to the curb cut by the entrance to Colonial Elementary School. Continue reading