The Godfather

Amerigo Bonasera sat in New York Criminal Court Number 3 and waited for justice; vengeance on the men who had so cruelly hurt his daughter, who had tried to dishonor her.

The Art of Racing in the Rain

Gestures are all that I have; sometimes they must be grand in nature.

A long way home

They’ve gone.

Ladies’ Night

If Grace Stanton had known the world as she knew it was going to end that uneventful evening in May, she might have been better prepared.

The Mirror Thief


Losing it

I sat at my desk and stared at a calendar with a bunch of dancing tamales on it and played with a little piece of paper and thought about the fact that I was twenty-six and still a virgin.

The Apartment

It’s the middle of December, and everything is frozen over.

A Thousand Splendid Suns

Mariam was five years old the first time she hear the word harami.

The Best of Enemies

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