Harbor My Strong Wolf

y I wrote a few years ago as s

ck out my other sto

.

bor“s house was quie

Snores drifted fro

into an open sink. It

ever heard. Funny how

g could

Mr. Harbor had arri

， as every night before， h

sed until the devil hims

rly easy night. Mr. Ha

il he passed out on t

s a bare， but tidy af

et-sized bedrooms， a

. There was no bathr

of an old-fashioned

lean but pai

oom consi

they had the money f

e tiny rooms. Even th

g room/kitchen consi

stove that was recovered f

ober days he had used so

hard-backed chairs a

us as to how they sat

were the same length，

e at the touch

and demons， Mr. Harbor

gue-waggers in town

that the good Lord h

idn“t understand Mr

eep pain and sufferin

in

into town three y

dirt in the barren to

most of the money he

arbor“s family consis

g twenty-four and se

threadbare clothing d

ault. The girls were

edingly sweet. They

ighbor or stranger wh

e in a few odd jobs

he girls and would oc

om starving. Despite

hey never left him， n

dear father reduced t

ferent man when the

nto this tiny house

y. They were far fr

ed. Love seeped thro

e four happy soul

had gone to the store

for that n

returned

lumped over th

loodied her back. She was

wife dead， all happiness

s. Harbor had been his

n it. She brought sunshine

urdered while she prepa