Weeden, Curt books

Book of Nathan

I hung up and walked back to the seating area where Doc and Maurice were looking wide-eyed at Twyla. “Fleas!” she screamed. “Oh, my God! Fleas!” The hysterics went on for five more minutes until we boarded our flight. “Bullet, this is terrible,” Twyla sobbed. “I hate fleas. And the whole friggin’...