A dog sprawled beside her, methodically dragging its tongue between legs splayed wide. Light slivered through an opening in the curtains. Beyond, a slice of jagged skyline. Mountains. The dog detached its face from its nether regions and leapt to its feet, tags jingling. Lola read them again. “Bu...
“I’m never going to get out of Burnt Creek if I stay on this couch.” Charlotte patted her shoulder. “Best place for you. I don’t wonder that you got sick. All of this stress, this violence. You’re not used it. None of us are.” Actually, Lola thought, she was used to it, on a far larger scale and ...
She’d grabbed some of the items Charlie routinely brought home without giving much thought to the fact that she had only the vaguest notion how to prepare them. They sat there—the mushrooms, the carrots, the lettuce, the tomatoes, the ground beef (extra lean, something Cha...