The lot was filled with rows of parked cars packed with teens, bored and hungry. Two carhops roller-skated by with trays of cold dogs, soggy fries, and flat root beer. Georgianna Deats dropped a tray onto the ground. I knew from working a few shifts with her that it would be one of at least three...
Rainey never so much as whimpered. I shouldn’t have told knowing how Gunnar felt about the alcohol—my daddy. I couldn’t help feeling some of those lashes were meant for me. From the porch, Abby cradled her face and wept quietly. When Gunnar was through, he tossed his belt to the ground. “Rainey, ...