By Meiko Ko When I opened my eyes I was in a car and a man was speaking to me. At first he looked like my father, but was like a stranger too, so I asked him who he was. He said it didn’t matter.
By Michael Cuglietta Brian sat at one end of the couch. His wife, Erica, sat at the other end. On the cushion between them, there was a bag of deep fried peanuts. “Is there anything they won’t deep fry?” Brian held a greasy peanut between his