"What is the greatest fault of your faith?" Tret asked Boj, the day after Boj announced his fear of divine healing. They were on the sun porch again, in the morning, early, very early, before the sun did much damage to the day. Boj sat wrapped in his sleeping quilt, a contrary image …
Tret's family dragged into town the summer after his sixth grade year. His father was one of those self-important, blustery little men, the kind who marry quiescent women and conceive blustery, self-important sons who run over their mother. Tret's mother was a quiet little woman, of the kind who keep their voices still, who …
