“Get dressed,” she says, glancing past me at Mazzie, who is sitting up, rubbing her eyes with closed fists, sweet as a little child. I know Estella has noticed before that we sleep in the same bed sometimes. But I figure she knows personal space takes on a different meaning when you live with som...
Alex points out. We are in my bedroom, which is an absolute mess: my oak canopy bed is unmade, the pink-and-white-striped sheets and comforter in a tangle at the foot of the mattress. The surface of my vanity holds a slew of makeup, everything from bronzer powder to multiple tubes of mascara to b...
I gaze out the window at my parents’ house, trying to figure out how I’m going to continue keeping Del a secret from them when pretty much everybody else knows we’re a couple. Somebody’s standing on the periphery of my parents’ property, smoking a cigarette. I can’t make out who it is—my contacts...
The farmhouse is huge—it has sixteen rooms in total—but the ceilings are low and my grandma doesn’t clean much, so the house tends to be cluttered and dark. After I wander around the downstairs for a minute, listening, I finally hear snippets of Kimber’s voice coming from somewhere upstairs. I fi...
At least her family could lay her to rest with some semblance of dignity, which is probably more than Turtle will ever have. But our graves don’t last forever. Did you know that? After we die, our bones only belong to us for another hundred years; after that, the ground and everything within is a...