”When I was young,” Mrs. Kitteridge said, holding her sunglasses in her hand, ”—little, you know—I’d hide in the wood box when my father came home. And he’d sit down on the wood box and say, ’Where’s Olive? Where can Olive be?’ This would go on, till I’d knock on the side, and he’d act […]

At last they set down the chair near the water. Panting from the walk, Anna leaned her head against her sister’s and watched a long wave form, stretching until it achieved translucence, then somersaulting forward and collapsing into creamy suds that eked toward them over the sand, nearly touching the wheels of Lydia’s chair. Then […]