A week later, it feels like years, but it’s been just a week. Every moment without Baby Doll15 is stretched out of all proportion, like the belly of a woman who’s very pregnant; the moments are weighty, unwieldy, awkward, uncomfortable, and frightening. I have only my faith to see me through thes...
She loses her mindless mind. She screams at me, soundlessly. Telepathically, she floods me with curses and castigations. She rants that I’m not a real zombie; a real zombie doesn’t cry; I’m clean; I think; the only thing I’m destroying is our marriage. I can’t take it. I g...