The Stories
“You kept your chin tucked. You thought, perhaps, of your father, your child. His father. Your pastor. You thought of me and Ernest Hemingway. Seneca, maybe.”
“Having never owned a pond before, I decide that no matter how small and humble, this is the one I should focus on.”
“Elliston realized that to Carver, this wasn’t a trip for escape, and it wasn’t all about fishing. He recognized that Carver had that crazed look in his eyes.”
“…the idea of living together someday had always been there. If he loved her—did he love her?—he’d be living with her now. Why wasn’t he? He’d do well here. He could follow his old dream of just doing woodwork. Coward, she thought, and then, No, it’s me. I’m the coward. I’m the one who ran away.”