Alby drinks. Alby saves little birds. Alby says stupid shit. Alby fights his family. Alby’s a lovable asshole of the highest degree reeling from the slow death of his mother from cancer. He’s also the main character in Matt Sumell’s debut novel of interconnected stories, Making Nice, out now. Alby’s here, at the bar . . .
OUTSIDE, IN THE gravel-and-weed parking lot, near a log that means Don’t go any farther or you’ll drive into the bay, I said, “Donny, Donny, Donny, wake up. Wake up, Donny. Donny, wake up. Donny, Donny, Donny, you’re a mailman. . . .” And then I kicked him, gently, in the ribs. He did not wake up.
I’d seen him earlier, sitting at the bar, craning his neck down to his drink, droopy-eyed,…
