And then there were three. And then there were Sue William Silverman and Tayari Jones, who graciously hand-selected a four-course menu of fine prose for us, for you. And then there was Amanda Yskamp, her sledgehammer hoisted giddily, her words burst and blown nearly beyond our margins (seriously, open to page 127, squint, and you might see stray marks of punctuation rising to infiltrate your usual lungy meet-cute). And then came Sarah Z. Wexler, hand-in-hand with her one-quarter-Chickahominy psychic interview subject (who, we assume, broke the news of this story’s publication to her before she even submitted). And then came Denise Duhamel, tending to the beasts, great and toy; and Mark DeCarteret, bringing some one-time-use spite to bear on your dad (yours!); and Fernand Roqueplan, and Fernand Roqueplan (and Fernand Roqueplan), and so many others. More than ever, even. So many, in fact, that it took no less than three 60s-era nuclear physics diagrams to enumerate and organize them all. And so there were three. It’s been a long time coming. We’ve even opted to drip a little pink ink on it, a decision we never could have forseen ourselves making a year ago. It’s yours forever, dears, from the bottom of our three pink-inky hearts. Add this to your library cart and push ‘til the wheels fall off.