by Matthew Downing “Oh, Calipari! The sun isn’t even out yet,” Mary groaned like a teenager asked to do their chores. Calipari pressed his cold snout under her chin. Pushing the whimpering bulldog off her face, she scooted to the end of the bed and crawled over Allen’s purple, gouty toes. Allen’s snoring stopped; MaryContinue reading “The Campfire Project”