'It's Just a Story'

On the new yorker fiction podcast, we invite writers to choose stories from the magazine's archives to read and discuss. Mary jane had said to ginger, it's just a story. Her father might as well have promised mermaids or sirens. Daniel thought, watching wind swept rushed a cup of black coffee and a styrophom cup. Where are you off to in this weather? He may have asked, but he knew better. Lately, she has a vision of what can be accomplished in a morning. She digs holes for annuals, moves stones from here to there,. crawls on hands and knees to divide the perennials, the lilies and the ir