Dollface: A Novel Of The Roaring Twenties - Plot & Excerpts
Shep moved about the house in a listless state with his shirttails sticking out, his suspenders hanging down. He hadn’t shaved or combed his hair and the last time I’d seen him looking so unkempt was when I’d visited him in jail.I tried reading to him, but could tell by the way he gazed out the window that he wasn’t listening. I couldn’t reach him no matter how I tried. Even Hannah, who always found a way inside, would tug at his pant leg, crying, “Daddy! Daddy, come play!” only to have him smile and tell her to run along before he’d go into his study and shut the door. Other times he paced endlessly.“You’re wearing a hole in the carpet,” I said without getting so much as a grin in return.It seemed he always had a drink in his hand and I couldn’t remember the last time he’d eaten a real meal. It went on like that for days, for weeks.At night he worried in his sleep, thrashing about in the covers, waking in a cold sweat, bolting straight up in bed, gasping.“What is it?
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