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Matthew M. Quick does all of his writing in a basement nook his mother-in-law calls the “Matt Cave.” His work has appeared in Black Warrior Review and Portland Review, and he is currently finishing a novel, for which he is seeking representation. He lives with his wife and a greyhound in Holden, Massachusetts.
On the screened-in porch of my in-laws’ house in central Massachusetts, I am reading a book. Sipping from the tumbler in my hand helps fight the unseasonable chill in the June air. The ice cubes are shrinking, diluting the alcohol, and clinking every time I raise the glass to my lips.
December 2007We are bouncing over a rough ocean, on a boat packed with twenty or so fishermen, and I am breathing the smoke from my grandfather’s cigarettes. In the darkness of early morning the captain collects money for a gambling pool. “First and heaviest, thirty-seventy split,” he yells, and when he gets to us, my grandfather hands over a fistful of bills. As the captain moves on, my grandfather winks at me and says, “You will win.”
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