Pausing on the doorstep, breath held, keys jangling, bold as brass in the afternoon sun, she’s here. The woman too stupid not to be. The woman who isn’t Doreen. Her natural inclination is to slide the key in silently, palming its brothers to prevent their chattering announcement. Pipe down. Shush. Calm it. Take it easy. … Continue reading Not Doreen – Heather Haigh