Sunday Stories: “The Sad, Square Hands of Molly Jar”

The Sad, Square Hands of Molly Jar by Andrew F. Sullivan Molly Jar had her mother’s face, a valentine heart kissed with freckles on both cheeks. She had her grandma’s eyes from her father’s side, bright blue and full of ice. She had her Aunt Charlene’s hair, thick and black and tangled. She had skin so white it almost looked blue and three weeks of probation left when Sandra picked her up that afternoon and said we got a good […]

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