Kowalski appears flustered, which is a new look for her. She has a standard repertoire of facial expressions—exhausted, bemused, incensed—but she rarely looks flustered. “Kevin, I’d like a word with you. In private.” The class looks up in unison, st...
The corridor wasn’t as gloomy as the one on Dare’s ship. Instead of wood paneling, the walls were white, though flaking and crumbling in places. Open doors revealed cabins filled with makeshift beds built on wooden crates, and roughly folded blankets. If the accommodations weren’t as comfortable ...
I-40, somewhere in Oklahoma We pass the world-famous leaning water tower of Groom; Texas’s first Phillips 66 service station in McLean; the U-Drop Inn in Shamrock. Roadside curiosities drift by to the accompaniment of Alex’s monologue, like illustrations from a coffee-table book come to life. We ...
The green Mazda continues a short distance, and stops. My stalker is probably calling Brian right now, letting him know that I just visited Maggie. I can’t even warn her. I hide behind the canopy of a cypress. Fifty yards away a sign spells Beverly Hills in golden letters....
I would have understood if she’d hated me in light of everything we’d learned, but instead she just looked sad. Finally she bit her lip and reached out as though she were going to hug me. But she didn’t. Of course she didn’t. “Thom, is there somethi...