PART 2 OF 20
THE STONES
Mavenlus DeskFICTION
The patio behind our house is bluestone. Big slabs, a hundred and forty of them, laid by somebody in 1998 and never touched since.
Bluestone at forty-one degrees of air temperature is not forty-one degrees. Stone holds the night. I know this the way plumbers know pipes.
Sophia was on her side on the third slab from the doors.