She leaves him in the barber’s chair; time enough for one errand. When she goes back for him, he’s bald. Every silver-white curl is gone....

You’re coaching: ‘Head down, follow through.’ I’m not listening. I’m picturing the buggy locker, the clubhouse storeroom, that thicket on...

When it showed up, Erling blamed his broken heart. Too much time brooding in the December gloom, he thought. Seeing things. But there was...