The old cabinets had been replaced with new ones with painted plywood doors. The countertop was made of Formica—he knew what it was now—and the edges curved up and then down. Wichita had come to Meddersville. "Dad redid it just before he died," Cat said. "Now it's old agai...
Clyde's mind was muddled. Not from alcohol, for once, but from having made the journey through death. Waking up in the field with no recollection of getting there had been a shock. He was used to waking in a jail cell without remembering the trek from Cap'n Humphrey's Tavern to the Sheriff's Offi...