Sfinkter did what he did. I needed a reason. I needed to believe that this man wouldn’t be so cruel. If he was really as nasty as he appeared, then what were all those people that he mentioned really like? Even the other teachers thought he was great. There had to be something more to him. He did...
“It’s beautiful,” Aunt Guin says as she opens her door. It’s only now that I realize the van has come to a stop. I hear a second door open, so I stretch and, with a few more blinks, clear my eyes. I look out the window, but my eyes must not be fully adjusted. The house appears decrepit. There’s a...