Cathy Marie Buchanan

Cüoric CÖ onsieur LeBlanc leans against the doorframe, his arms folded over a belly grown round on pork crack-ling. A button is missing from his waistcoat, pulled too tight for the threads to bear. Maman wrings her hands—laundress's hands, marked by chapped skin, raw knuckles. "But, Monsieur...