The Cat
The old road she walked on every day was lined with overgrown bushes they called beach plums, though they were really wild roses. The sky was huge and overcast, and the air was full of the drone of insects overlaid with the screaming of gulls in the distance. Christina had asked her where she walked, and when she had said, “down to the salt marsh,” Christina had caught Evan’s eye as if to confirm something, and Evan had said, “Be…