He fell into bed, his skin hot and itchy, his hair standing up in ragged spikes. Lying back against the musty sheets-should’ve changed them before today, fucking would’ve if he’d realized how much time he’d be spending in here today-he scrubbed both hands over his face and sighed. His eyes were dry at last, but his face felt swollen and stretched ( Read more... )

Whenever Jack got tired of waiting for the next no-fishing trip, whenever he felt that his shoulders might finally give in and sink completely under the weight of all those miles he still had to drive before he and Ennis could hold each other again, whenever he looked up from his desk at work and saw nothing golden gleaming in his future except an ( Read more... )

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Interlude III: The Week at Don Wroe’s Cabin

June 1975 Jack swung the door open until it banged forcefully against the wall, throwing his hat into the air and making a beeline for the kitchen that opened onto the far side of the great room. “Whoo-whee! Check out the view out back! Is that a deck? With a barbecue? I’m gonna cook you the best ( Read more... )

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