Owen Park
Dear Lillington Families | Fiction
Owen Park
For several months of my twenty-third year, I received an automated phone call every weekday from a number with a North Carolina area code. The purpose of the call was to inform me that the school bus was running late. After a while I stopped picking it up, and it went to voicemail. Dear Lillington families, the prerecorded message always began, in the tinny, rather severe voice of a woman...
