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© 2019 Mac And Katherine Barron

Katherine's Book

"We are so sorry for your loss."

Sara nodded.  She shook the hand that was held out to her.

"Thank you."  Sara smiled briefly, then turned to the next person.

"William was such a dear boy.  What a waste.  What a waste."  The gray hair was tight with hai...

Sara had been at work when she found out about William's death.  As a secretary at Putnam, Putnam and Hobbs, one of the more low-key Savannah law firms, Sara's days were filled with phone calls.


      "Mr. Hart's office, this is Sara.  How may I help...

The road to the Carraway’s home wound between tall pines and past a small, smooth lake that looked like black glass in the gathering darkness.  As Sara drove out from under the trees she could see the sloping metal roof of the single story home.  The...

Sara woke up the next morning to bright sunshine pouring through her bedroom window.  After the two hour drive from Oden, she had turned down the air conditioning to 68 degrees and curled up under her down comforter in warm bliss.  Sara had assumed t...

By Monday morning Sara had packed up all the things that were William’s that were not also items that they got together.  His boyhood trophy collection, which she never wanted him to display, but that he put out anyway, his hunting clothes and boots,...

At eight a.m. the next morning, Sara sat down at the breakfast table and had her toast and coffee.  She was going to go back to work for the first time since she left the office to go to the hospital and find out her husband was dead.  She knew that...

A few days later, Sara was washing dishes after work when the phone rang.

“Hello,” Sara said.

“Sara?”

“Yes, this is she.”

“It’s James.”

“Oh, James.  How are you?”  Sara felt her heart beat faster.  Here was her answer.  Would she get to stay in her house?...

Sara was walking through Forsyth Park, again.  She could see the fountain in front of her, spraying water in all directions, the droplets glinting in the late afternoon sun.  But something was off and Sara suddenly realized that she was the only one...

By the time Sara had finished her shower and gotten dressed, she was ready for a snack.  She headed into the kitchen to find James standing in the midst of a number of boxes.

“I didn’t know where to put these things,” he said apologetically.  “There i...

There is a moment sometime in September in the South, when you realize that summer is not forever.  Yesterday you were certain that summer would never end.  You were certain that the haze and the heat were unending and you would spend the rest of you...

The crowds were thick on River Street.  Sara and James walked together over the uneven cobblestones after their dinner avoiding limousines, couples with strollers and teenagers in tuxes and evening gowns.  Whenever Sara seemed to wobble just a bit, J...

“Hey, Sara.”  The voice coming through the phone was familiar, even if the number on the caller I.D. had not been.

“Eve?” Sara had not spoken to her sister since the funeral.

“Yeah.  Listen, do you have few minutes?  I’m in town and I wanted…no…needed,...

Sara was standing at the kitchen sink, her arms up to her elbows in dishwater, trying to find that last fork she knew was in there.  What a long day.  There were several depositions that Mr. Hart had been taking that required her presence and then it...

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