The jet engines roared, the sky did a cartwheel, and, far below, drowning in the waves, Haiti shrank to a smudge. Nine-year-old Carlton Joubert, who was sitting next to Grandma, wasn’t feeling too good.
Decimal Place was heaving. Shorn of fans, hangers-on, groupies, and professors of pure mathematics, the numbers had gathered at the family home to put to bed one seemingly simple question: “Who’s the greatest?”
You were a real asshole that morning.
In a rare idle hour, I watched the two ancient-looking men play chess.
My cousin has a child; My used-to-be friend has a child; My niece has a child.
Somehow, when things went in, they had a problem getting out
She was bigger than most kids, so Amanda kept to herself growing up. The other children were simply too fragile to play with.
Anton was the first to suggest I get the antlers removed.
Anabelle Medina’s suggestions were powerful.