Hot: The Day She Left Me On Maple Grove Road — And the Town Learned My Name After my husband’s funeral, my daughter didn’t merge onto the interstate. She turned the wheel toward Maple Grove Road — a two-lane strip where the wind carries dust farther than voices and the mailboxes still bear names older than asphalt. The dashboard clock glowed 3:42 p.m. The lilies from the church breathed sweetness from the back seat. We passed the feed store, the silos, the little white church with flag bunting f