WHEN IT WAS DARK ENOUGH My father seldom talked about the waras if nothing had happened, but he talkedin his sleep. My mother never understoodwhat he said. Some attacks were malariaand she fetched his quinine tablets. He sat up sweating, clutching her arm,nightmare unspoken. Water in her handscooled his sudden temper even in daylight.When he … Continue reading Terry Tierney: “When It Was Dark Enough” […]

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