Sweeping Up Glass

  

A Novel By

Carolyn Wall

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Oklahoma City,  OK  73114
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Chapter 1

The long howl of a wolf rolls over me like a toothache.  Then, higher up, a shot rings clear, and another and another, stretching out till they’re not quite heard, but more remembered.

There’s nobody here now but me and Ida, and my grandson Will’m.  While I love the boy more than life, Ida’s a hole in another sock.  She lives in the tarpaper shack in back of our place, and in spite of this being the coldest winter recorded in Kentucky, she’s standing out there now, wrapped in a blanket, quoting scripture and swearing like a lumberjack.  Her white hair’s ratted up like a wild woman’s. 

 I’m Ida’s child.  That makes her my ma’am, and my pap was Tate Harker.  I wish he was here instead of buried by the outhouse. 

Whoever’s shooting the wolves is trespassing.