Winter 2011 • Vol. XXXIII No. 1 Fiction |

The Woman at the Grave

Above the marquee on the city's performing arts center, a border of glowing bulbs framed a sign that spelled INDIANA in white against a scarlet background. Noticing the sign, a remnant from the days when the building served as a vaudeville hall and cinema, Martin Aziz felt a touch of pride for having helped to salvage the old theater. On this frigid evening in February, he was drawn here by the show announced on the marquee: JACK HAYMAKER'S PEACE TOUR. The show had also drawn a gaggle of demonstrators, who huddled near the entrance, waving American flags and denouncing those who streamed in to hear the concert. As Martin shouldered past the flag-wavers, he was astonished by their zeal, the way they rooted for war, their breath pluming in the chill air. When a demonstrator grabbed his sleeve, Martin jerked his arm free and swung around, suddenly furious, only to find an elderly man staring at him with eyes widened by fear. Wearing a too-tight Army uniform that smelled of mothball

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Scott Russell Sanders is the author of twenty books of fiction and nonfiction, including Hunting for Hope, A Private History of Awe, and Earth Works: New & Selected Essays. He is a Distinguished Professor Emeritus of English at Indiana University.

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