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Blackbird Pie

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Carver, R. (2000). Blackbird Pie. In Carver, R. Where I'm Calling From: New and Selected Stories. Vintage Contemporaries, pp. 491-511

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My wife moved toward the house, picking her way through the wet, shaggy grass in her high heels. She opened the front door and went inside. I could see her moving behind the lighted windows, and something came to me then. I might never see her again. That's what crossed my mind, and it staggered me.

—p.506 by Raymond Carver 4 years, 5 months ago

My wife moved toward the house, picking her way through the wet, shaggy grass in her high heels. She opened the front door and went inside. I could see her moving behind the lighted windows, and something came to me then. I might never see her again. That's what crossed my mind, and it staggered me.

—p.506 by Raymond Carver 4 years, 5 months ago