"What's that, Daddy?" James hid a smile behind his hand and answered, "That's a telephone, sweetie. You put money in...

It's ringing. Ringing. Ringing. Ringing. STOP it from ringing! Karla never wanted to hear his voice again. Never wan...

A dry, sandy summer like this one. I had met him just a mile down, by the Shell gas station, his cowboy boots kicking...