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Part 2, Chapter 13 // Though I Make My Bed In Sheol

 The Honey Slope Golf Club was not perfect, but it was cheap and it would probably be available.  The dining room had been updated sometime in the mid-nineties and the facility boasted fully carpeted bathrooms.  He set his computer on Abby’s lap and rubbed his head, which had been throbbing all day.       Continue reading “Part 2, Chapter 13 // Though I Make My Bed In Sheol”

Part 2, Chapter 11 // Though I Make My Bed In Sheol

Without a word, he raced to the kitchen and pulled the pan off the heat, Joule still squirming on his hip.  Finally he released him, then wiped out the pungent, smoking butter with a paper towel and set the pan on the stove again.  Trembling, he dropped the remaining half stick in the pot andContinue reading “Part 2, Chapter 11 // Though I Make My Bed In Sheol”

Part 2, Chapter 10 // Though I Make My Bed In Sheol

Nick had asked him how someone so smart could do something so stupid.     He knew he was supposed to let the puppy out every hour for the first few weeks, but even when his phone alerted him, he would turn off the ringer and work for another two or three minutes.  Thirty minutesContinue reading “Part 2, Chapter 10 // Though I Make My Bed In Sheol”

Part 2, Chapter 9 // Though I Make My Bed In Sheol

He waited a few weeks to tell them, but his family were unfazed when he told them of the development in his personal life, as if it had been an open fact to everyone else but the two of them.  The only perceivable changes were the occasional, though polite, shows of affection, and the increasedContinue reading “Part 2, Chapter 9 // Though I Make My Bed In Sheol”

Part 2, Chapter 8 // Though I Make My Bed In Sheol

It wasn’t bad.  Maybe it was, actually.  It was hard to tell from the photos.  With all of the furniture cleared out of the rooms and the daylight pouring in through the windows on to the white-ish carpet, it almost appeared promising.  Mindy Klugman had artfully captured the back lot in a way which maximizedContinue reading “Part 2, Chapter 8 // Though I Make My Bed In Sheol”

Part 2, Chapter 7 // Though I Make My Bed In Sheol

 Pastor Bruce and the four elders were with him on platform, beaming. The poinsettias on the steps of the platform stood tall with their red faces lifted toward the frigid  blueness streaming through the sanctuary skylight.  He felt like he was graduating again, but for some reason it felt more like kindergarten than university.  EvenContinue reading “Part 2, Chapter 7 // Though I Make My Bed In Sheol”

Part 2, Chapter 6 // Though I Make My Bed In Sheol

Around six that evening, he found that he was ravenous.  Not shocking, considering that he had eaten nothing over the past twenty-four hours.  As soon as he was with Joule in the nursery, surrounded by professional caretakers monitoring his son’s vital signs, he discovered that his stomach was growling for the first time that day.Continue reading “Part 2, Chapter 6 // Though I Make My Bed In Sheol”

Part 2, Chapter 5 // Though I Make My Bed In Sheol

Mark’s oxygen tank hissed.        “These are my parents, Sheila and Dirk.  Mom, Dad — this is Mark Fisher.  He’s—,” Casper hesitated.  He realized he hadn’t spoken her name in months.  “Mark is Reagan’s father.”  Casper was proud that his parents didn’t miss a beat.  They both stood and warmly greeted Mark, whoContinue reading “Part 2, Chapter 5 // Though I Make My Bed In Sheol”

Part 2, Chapter 4 // Though I Make My Bed In Sheol

Fifty-four hundred dollars.  Rosa had stopped by and given him the money in an envelope.  He sat on the couch and held it, unable to open it.  The Iowa Farm Bureau clock in the living room ticked rhythmically, the second hand making its journey around the faded photo of a pristine cornfield.  Pepper and Silver-FootContinue reading “Part 2, Chapter 4 // Though I Make My Bed In Sheol”

Part 2, Chapter 3 // Though I Make My Bed In Sheol

He edited the final cell on the spreadsheet and sat back, stroking Joule’s hair as he slept in the carrier.        “Looks pretty good,” he admitted.  “Let’s do this.”       The first task was simple.  Separate the laundry into roughly equal piles so as not to overload the washer, pretreat the stains,Continue reading “Part 2, Chapter 3 // Though I Make My Bed In Sheol”