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
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
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
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
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