Low Tones

When the light is just right—late afternoon, clear sharp angles—Loris Ward can look into the glass door of her shower and see a reflection of the little green house that backs up to her yard, as clear as if she’s watching television. Everything has to line up just right to see it, and she has yet to figure it out. Does it come from the window or the mirror over the sink, where Alton’s razor is still sitting, though he will never shave himself again. Razor sharp, that’s how she would describe...