He’d raced through the electronic store, knocked people aside in the hardware, and the drive back passed in a reckless blur. His cell phone weapon read 5:58 PM as he scurried past the closed door of the yellow room and into the main bedroom. He flicked on the bathroom light. &nb...
Laree said. “As long as we get a better home. A humongous one.” On bended knee, Sam smiled up at the most materialistic woman he’d ever met in his life, let alone the past month—and the dumbest. With the population on Earth exceeding eighteen billion and no wars in the past five decades to kill o...