by Brett Biebel Denis Shchigolev We’re still married, but my wife hasn’t forgiven me for Michigan City. I left her in an Airbnb. She was five months pregnant. My phone rang and rang, and I let it go, and she sat on the floor and cried, worried sick. The place we were staying didn’t have Wi-Fi. It was more like glamping than anything, just a two-room shack with a kitchenette and a TV with a DVD player and a digital antenna, plus a monster king-size bed. You could tell all the

by Brett Biebel Chris Ensminger Saint Barb’s has a raccoon problem, and they’re trying to manage it with a bunch of coyote urine they buy off-book and in bulk from this guy Chad down at the Farm and Fleet because the thing about raccoon shit is it’s toxic. Students collect it. It has a way of showing up in certain high-level administrative offices on campus, and a few of the administrators are let’s just say a wee bit neurotic about various kinds of contaminants and hence the