Halfway House
Some debts, you can never discharge, yet many people keep making those payments. An allegory bigger than any one man’s situation, this story resonates with me because I’ve always been fascinated by how people live. We always have choices. Too bad we so rarely take charge long enough to make them.
This guy’s not all there, Freida thought, watching that felon his first day on the job. Named Connor, he seemed at times to drift away in his mind, his hands working without him.
The following week, he startled her in the big greenhouse, holding a long knife—caressing it, really—as if he wanted to cut someone, or maybe he already had.
He looked right at her a few days later. Caught, he glanced elsewhere, but surely he’d been imagining her, clothing torn away, body restrained, eye
