It’s a woman’s work to take these scraps and turn them into Eden.

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She was mopping the hallway that ran between classrooms, trailing dilute bleach under the fluorescent lights, an ersatz of sunlight and swimming pools. 

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O, it’s our wedding night.

Your breath rumbles softly and I hear the sea.

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Did his decision haunt him, now it was coming to pass for someone he knew? Someone he loved, even? Or did he feel noble, like he’d sacrificed something good for something greater?

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They had married on a hot June day. After the speeches, Paul loosened his tie and sprayed champagne all over the bridesmaids. |||https://bit.ly/3OZgRFG

The pear tree had to come with them. Before they polished the silverware and laid each spoon and knife and fork neatly in its velvet bed in the wooden case.
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