Archives: Wednesday, June 21, 2017

On Bainbridge Island

“Are you done crying?” he says. “For now,” she says. In the back, Suzy sleeps fitful in her car seat.  He watches the tiny face in the rearview, the red stain of the taffy covering her cheeks like a rash. “I don’t think giving her sugar is such a good idea,” he says. “I’m sure

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