They took their honeymoon a month before the shotgun wedding. A long weekend in the Poconos. His coworkers winked and goose-laughed and wished him luck when he told them he wouldn’t be there that Friday.
An ogreish middle-aged truck driver picks up Forrest and Little Tree on the side of the road. He is friendly enough at first, seems so despite looking kinda scary, especially around the mouth, a thing you don’t want to have to call a maw...
Thinking about him now, I realize Juho spent most of his time trying to tell me something. Our communication tended to fail us in important ways. It was mainly my fault. We were forever running into these little word-to-word problems.
The first thing I must tell you is that all three sisters are born on the same day in December. Every other winter, without fail, out they come, like a foot stamped three times in the dark.
Not an uncommon winter tale. It goes different ways but always starts the same: Two men, friends since childhood, still young and strong, lose their way in a snowstorm that they believed they could out-ski. Night falls; they don’t return to...
