Sleeping Out

The Tunisian sky at night was the deepest black he had ever seen—the stars pulsed like living things, and he wanted to run his fingers through them.

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Papa

The three-years-running champion of the Hemingway look-alike contest moves like a broken-nosed boxer, big and graceful in his size-thirteen penny-loafers.

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Full Service

"We keep the bodies back in the deep freeze till they're good and crunchy," he said. "Then, when the family comes for the viewing, we pull 'em out and let 'em defrost a little. Then there's no smell but that dry, deep-freeze kind of smell."

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Short StoryCassie Gonzales
Leo's Grandmother

Leo’s grandmother was half mad and a quarter Navajo and she made a damn fine tequila that was so clear and smooth it drank like water—and could take your legs out from under you in—pretty much—nothing flat.

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Funeral Pyre

It was because my mother was the only white woman in a church of three hundred Mexican Catholics. And it was because no one was talking to us, even though everyone, except for the dead man and the youngest children, could speak English.

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Cassie Gonzales