my knees so hard pain shot through both legs.
Baby, I said. Look at me. Stay with me.
Her open eye shifted toward me but could not focus. Her hand caught my coat and left blood across the wool.
They beat me, she whispered.
I leaned closer while wind sliced across my face.
Who.
Marcus, she said. And Sylvia.
The answer entered me with perfect clarity.
No drama.
No thunder.
Only a door closing somewhere inside my chest.
With what, I asked.
Her lips trembled. Golf club.I removed my
