ANNE HODGES WHITE

The machine towered above me, three feet higher than the table it sat on. The brassy edges of the contraption caught what sunlight there...

But it was the likker and the long distance bills toted up by friends visiting the beach house that stuck in Hodgie’s craw. LuLu always...

I was six the summer she struck. There was shifting around in the spare room, that tiny upstairs bedroom with one window facing north...