He put this to Kat, that the pranks of teenagers tended to reveal themselves. She came back with, Occam’s razor. The simplest explanation is the right one!

Mike knew, swore that the house wasn’t that cheap for no reason — come on, in Wellfleet? Kat said, of course it’s cheaper if you take it for the whole summer. You can’t get a …

Seems like Edith Wharton is having a renaissance — the new biography is out (I’ve bought it, but haven’t dug in yet), and Domino had a piece on decorating in the Wharton style, which I …

On just like any of a thousand other dawns, Brother Gregory crossed the monastery corner of the estate to the scriptorium at first light, the dew dragging down his robes at the hem, but that …

Katie found Mike standing motionless in the kitchen of the cottage, grocery bag on his hip, staring into a corner of the ceiling. She reminded him that he was supposed to look up into a …

Helena wanted to know first of all what Molly Guidry did — for a living. Mr. Morgan didn’t know for sure, although he’d heard she worked for the Forest Service, which sounded about right to …

Helena had first started asking to hear the story years ago, when she was still little enough to be carried — the story of the lady with the great boomerang-shaped scar crossing the right side …

Well, it’s finished — in the sense that it has an ending. The issue, at a certain point, became just getting to the end one way or another, after getting sick and putting off dealing …

At that time, everything went on foot, not just the mail: fruit, shoes, a mattress, anything you needed got hucked to you on someone’s back or in a wagon. Dangerous work, a carrier job, with …

At three-ish the next day, Lionel dialed the wall phone.
“Tell Marie she needs to come over,” Miranda said, and Lionel nodded. “Tell Marie to tell Diz –”
“Hey, Marie, it’s Lionel,” and he waved his arm …