But then I saw the silver dollar on my dresser and my heart started breaking all over again. The smell even smelled sad after that. I went down to see what it was I was sniffing, and the Captain was in the kitchen cooking at our stove. He was wearing an apron and everythin...
It was late, the clock in the room chimed midnight. He cussed at it, ’cause he’d always hated clocks that chimed. Especially when it was late. And especially when he was drunk. Which he was. That’s why he accidentally hit the microphone with his glass that was half full of whiskey. He cussed agai...