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With Maura by Gary Percesepe

Downstairs was crowded and too many voices were speaking at once. I lost sight of Maura. Some people huddled in

I cannot remember the hour. The tables were shining with laughter. An orchestra assembled on the wide polished floor, which

On the day he learns of his wife’s affair, Tom watches the girl drummer of The White Stripes wail somewhere

I’d see Gabrielle once a week at the small literary magazine where we worked. The magazine had a good reputation.

Forget the men, the women do everything. They carry it all. The men? We wait. Of course, we pretend to