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...
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.
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.
When Marg lived in the house, there was a whole other house in the basement where her grandparents lived in the summer. They were from Ireland, the McCabes. They were royalty, Marg thought. That’s how she felt about them.
