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Part Two    Lingering on the porch, Nat and Cammy propped themselves up in the sun against the house. Nat said,     “I’ve only been to Long Island a few times; this is dynamite, being here.”...

    Cammy picked Kim up in New York on Friday at the bank where she worked; they had a bite of lunch on their way down Long Island to open up the beach house. Cammy’s parents, who owned it, had told her she could have the...

   “Get off me. Your body is too hot.” He yelled and shoved her so hard she fell off the bed onto the hard wood floor. The fierce tone of his voice was ugly and shook her awake in the middle of one of the hottest nights in...

   “Get off me. Your body is too hot.” He yelled and shoved her so hard she fell off the bed onto the hard wood floor. The fierce tone of his voice was ugly and shook her awake in the middle of one of the hottest nights in...

   He hasn’t seen me in a few months. So glad, he says, I have come in, finally.  The Korean clerk behind the dry cleaner’s counter thinks he is in for a happy chat today when I come in to pick up my husband’s...

    It was a smoldering hot day. Everything was frying slowly. The common term for that kind of day is “oppressive.”      Madeline, Diane, and I climbed into the slick black leather section of the...

   Selma changed her name to Havana when she was 10. Both her parents had drowned off the coast of Cuba, trying to reach Miami and give their baby a decent start at life. Miraculously, she survived the boat’s capsizing by holding...

Part Two    There’s a party tonight and Sandy can’t decide what to put on, it’s been months since she’s been out. Oh, she’s been to work . . . it’s work that has saved her. Now 18th-century French...
   The Star welcomes submissions of essays for its “Guestwords” column, of between 700 and 1,200 words, and of short fiction, between 1,000 and 2,000 words.    Authors can either e-mail their pieces (in text or...