Mark Conkling — The Monarch Review
It’s Over When It’s Over – Mark Conkling
Tuesday, July 5, 2011 13:28 — 2 Comments
“I bathed him, picked him up, and he slipped right through my arms, head first,†Ruth whispered. “The thump sounded like a cantaloupe hitting the floor.†I was at Ruth’s house in La Barbaria Canyon near Santa Fe, two days after my law partners confronted me about my poor attitude. We had just finished dinner, the rain had stopped, and her 28-year-old son Billy had gone out to her Mercedes to get the groceries and the half-gallon of hearty Burgundy. As a new lawyer, I had handled her divorce two years ago, and we were friends, but her intensity and […]
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