Uncle Ringo pulled up next to us on the motorcycle and removed his helmet. He didn’t bother with formalities, he just gasped with urgency, “Did you get it?” I withdrew the talisman spoon from my pocket and held it up. “May I?” he said. He took the plain wooden spoon...
I was shocked and stunned and a little heartbroken. I spluttered something like, “What? You—? But! You don’t know how to—” “I said get in.” She cast an irrefutable upward glance at me. I started to climb into the passenger seat thinking I might die soon. She had brown...
My father related the story to Officer MacAdoo. Mom and the kids were out, and dad was home alone. About an hour earlier, four Frenchmen in black and white striped shirts, red neckerchiefs, and black berets had barged in demanding to know where Reginald was. They all...
