He’d staggered from the room minutes ago, but the damn thing lingered still, a blanket of shade in an already dark room. I stared into the old TV, now nothing more than a pathetic, wood-paneled box, and wondered, not for the first time, what I was going to do. “Come on, Ja...
I stare through the glass at the dozen or so tubs of ice cream. “How many can I have?” “Umm. As many as you want.” “Ha, right, okay. Well, here’s the thing”—I look at her name tag—“Glenda. How many scoops I want might kill me. Like, actually, kill m...