Chapter One: A Funeral
"We are so sorry for your loss." Sara nodded. She shook the hand that was held out to her. "Thank you." Sara smiled briefly, then...
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Katherine's Book
Chapter Two: A Burial
Sara had been at work when she found out about William's death. As a secretary at Putnam, Putnam and Hobbs, one of the more low-key...
Chapter Three: A Wake
The road to the Carraway’s home wound between tall pines and past a small, smooth lake that looked like black glass in the gathering...
Chapter Four: A Visitor
Sara woke up the next morning to bright sunshine pouring through her bedroom window. After the two hour drive from Oden, she had turned...
Chapter Five: A Mistake
By Monday morning Sara had packed up all the things that were William’s that were not also items that they got together. His boyhood...
Chapter Six: A Decision (Part One)
At eight a.m. the next morning, Sara sat down at the breakfast table and had her toast and coffee. She was going to go back to work for...
Chapter Six: A Decision (Part Two)
A few days later, Sara was washing dishes after work when the phone rang. “Hello,” Sara said. “Sara?” “Yes, this is she.” “It’s James.”...
Chapter Seven: A Dream (Part One)
Sara was walking through Forsyth Park, again. She could see the fountain in front of her, spraying water in all directions, the droplets...
Chapter Seven: A Dream (Part Two)
By the time Sara had finished her shower and gotten dressed, she was ready for a snack. She headed into the kitchen to find James...
Chapter Eight: A Doctor
There is a moment sometime in September in the South, when you realize that summer is not forever. Yesterday you were certain that...
Chapter Nine: An Evening Stroll
The crowds were thick on River Street. Sara and James walked together over the uneven cobblestones after their dinner avoiding...
Chapter Ten: An Unexpected Visitor
“Hey, Sara.” The voice coming through the phone was familiar, even if the number on the caller I.D. had not been. “Eve?” Sara had not...
Chapter Eleven: An Almost
Sara was standing at the kitchen sink, her arms up to her elbows in dishwater, trying to find that last fork she knew was in there. What...
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