Monthly Archives: May 2015

NOR DO THEY by Jaclyn Watterson

My mouth was dusty, and my ear told a different story, because Genevieve was in it, imparting instructions for paring apples. I didn’t live home anymore—had been killing moths and sleeping on a mattress on a floor. On the bus, I was trying to locate Genevieve, or even Mildred. The other people riding the bus ate ...