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The five stories from “Yard,” “Salt,” and “Stay” struck me as especially sharp. “Yard” starts off:
I dreaded it when Russ, our yardman, pulled up in front of our house on Thursday mornings. His crew piled out of his truck and began taking lawn equipment from the back of his trailer. They were in the yard with all their machines roaring within a couple of minutes. But it wasn’t the noise from the machines that bothered me. It was the noise from Russ.
