Mr. and Mrs. Robertson

I said, “David, what if she was bringing him some kind of sacrifice?” “How so?” “Well, maybe the man she … More

Everything I gave you

I gave you everythingI want it backall of itright noweven all these years laterunlessyou don’t have it anymoreall tossed long … More

Lieutenant Chan had asked me to come down to the station so we could talk further about my housesitting for … More

We stepped into a living room decorated in rattan and lots of flower prints. There was another tall, fit Haole sitting … More

I was sitting by the phone at 8:30, just in case the greedy bastard was anxious to get his $1000. But … More

I’ve decided I’m old enough to saythat time does not heal all wounds.I know this because I’ve experiencedthe kind ofgriefthat … More

Our guide seats us on the time worn smooth stones of the ancient wallhuge and never breached defense ringing round … More

“I’m sorry,” David said, patting me on the shoulder. “Hey, we were old news,” I said. “Kama won Amelia fair and … More

I had a feeling I was not talking to the most public-minded citizen, but I tried that tack first. “Instead … More

Mrs. Soto’s dry eyes didn’t surprise me. A husband who cheats doesn’t deserve tears. If I’d ever been married and my wife … More

A striving yellow slugleaves its fading iridescent trailcaught smack in the midday sunon a blazing concrete sidewalktrying its hardest and … More