The Shoot (Part Four)

The story I'm telling myself as Miranda and I drive to the cemetery is that I'll be home by dinner. Considering that it's half-past-three and Mike is still, to the best of my knowledge, in the shower, it's less of a story than a baldfaced lie, but it's a lie that I cling to as…Read more The Shoot (Part Four)

The Shoot (Part Three)

The dog keeps barking -- or yipping, or maybe just squeaking at top volume --  as Miranda says she thought I'd just come in the back door like everyone else does. The dog's name is Mocha, and my guess is that he weighs about five pounds. Mike, it turns out, is in the shower, and…Read more The Shoot (Part Three)