Instead of quiet little booths, the family restaurant called Noriega’s has long, giant tables stretching across the room, and everyone sits together. Worse than sitting with strangers? We can’t even pick what we eat. Instead the old-lady waitresses bring out huge platters of food, and we all help...
MORE A NUMBING CLOUD OF shock, enfolded in memories and half dreams and awake thoughts all shifting places with each other until the lights were on and the guards were calling everyone to wake up. I blinked at the ceiling, listening, expecting them to be mean and yelling. Surprised that they were...
Assholes. When I make query eyebrows at Troy about it, he just shrugs with this pissed-off and slightly hung-over look on his face. After Van’s pep talk I pat Troy on the shoulder, almost telling him how much better he is, being able to party and show up for practice, but I don’t really feel like...
those bruises on your arm, the sadness in his face, the strangeness of the whole three weeks all equal one big black hole you hate facing and practically can’t. back-pat yourself all you want about how careful you are, about how in and out of minefields you can dart, pride yourself on how clean y...
Any references to historical events, real people, or real locales are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination, and any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. SIMON PULSE...