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The Church at Yavi

The Church at Yavi fiction an phoned late one evening, a month after the funeral. Like Frank, she was devastated, unable to sleep. Unlike him, she thought something could be done about it. "I need to go there," she said. "To find out what happened." They spoke infrequently, and when they did it was never like this--Nan earnest but whispering so as not to wake Richard. Frank thought there was something at once thrilling and soothing about her voice. Listening to it was like finding a way to cheat with the person you were married to. But they were no longer married, and he knew nothing about cheating, and anyway there were so many things wrong. "I know what you mean," Frank said, but he was reacting to the sound of her words, not their meaning. He felt dizzy, not realizing he was agreeing to join her. "We can hammer out the details later," she said, brisk and businesslike again. "It's good to know you feel the same." When he placed the phone back in the cradle, it dawned on him that he was going to South America. He didn't want to Illustration by Liz Priddy, with portrait photo by Gene Royer http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png The Missouri Review University of Missouri

The Church at Yavi

Hogan, Nathan.
The Missouri Review , Volume 33 (2) – Aug 4, 2010
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fiction an phoned late one evening, a month after the funeral. Like Frank, she was devastated, unable to sleep. Unlike him, she thought something could be done about it. "I need to go there," she said. "To find out what happened." They spoke infrequently, and when they did it was never like this--Nan earnest but whispering so as not to wake Richard. Frank thought there was something at once thrilling and soothing about her voice. Listening to it was like finding a way to cheat with the person you were married to. But they were no longer married, and he knew nothing about cheating, and anyway there were so many things wrong. "I know what you mean," Frank said, but he was reacting to the sound of her words, not their meaning. He felt dizzy, not realizing he was agreeing to join her. "We can hammer out the details later," she said, brisk and businesslike again. "It's good to know you feel the same." When he placed the phone back in the cradle, it dawned on him that he was going to South America. He didn't want to Illustration by Liz Priddy, with portrait photo by Gene Royer

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Published: Aug 4, 2010

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