I have a memory of being in a football stadium and crying and crying. I wanted something—or someone—but I couldn’t grasp what or who it was that I wanted.

AT THE EDGE OF THE CLEARING BY DEBORAH THOMPSON 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 85

You remember I’ve been telling you about Margaret Stockwell? Here she is to say hello,” Jane said. Dauphine decided she didn’t have to answer Jane.

But who was this? Dauphine peered at Margaret, a tall woman definitely northward of 60 in a tailored navy-knit pant-suit. Her hai…

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