
Last Friday
It’s 6 AM and Doyle is getting ready for work.
He stands in front of the bathroom sink, wearing a pair of brown slacks and a white t-shirt, meticulously shaving. He can hear his wife Clara in the kitchen, making breakfast, his son Doyle Junior in a playpen in the living room, and the TV, turned down low, buzzing with some morning show nonsense in the background.
Doyle finishes shaving, washes his face, then steps out into the hall, making his way to the kitchen. Clara’s making pancak...
Published on April 29, 2013 13:01