Archive for March, 2015

1. Here her body was dying. Here her body was giving birth. Blood appeared in pools next to her and her father could not look at it. The blood would not stop.

Ruth Crater didn’t call into work sick the day after her father died. She slipped on heels and a miniskirt and ambled through the rain to her office, which was high in a tower of glass and light—and miles away from the arid heartland where she was raised.