Her father always said that the price for hearing gossip was having someone else gossip about you.
They had been arguing about something that had seemed desperately important to Claire at the time but now she couldn’t remember the topic or even when the argument had occurred. Last week? Last month?...
She asked, Was that really your dinner—two hot dogs and a Krispy Kreme doughnut? Four doughnuts. What does your cholesterol look like? I guess it’s white like what they show in the commercials.
Dr. Monroe and I realized very gradually that drug addiction is a terminal disease. It is a cancer that eats families alive.
Neither of us will ever move forward if we are always looking back.
Your mother and I had always been secretly pleased that you were so headstrong and passionate about your causes. Once you were gone, we understood that these were the qualities that painted young men...
She was so quiet, but she noticed everything. Her eyes tracked the world like it was a book written in a language she could not understand
Laura was not a lonely teenaged girl anymore. She was fifty-five years old. She was a mother, a cancer survivor, a businesswoman. This was her life, Not Nick,
Well. Lydia took a deep breath as she prepared to sing the hokey pokey of her life story, where she put the truth in, pulled a lie out, added an embellishment, and shook it all about.
People just dump their trash here and don’t even care about who has to pick it up. Like they think the trash fairy’s gonna do it or something.
The warden’s office was all cheap paneling and institutional green furnishings. As Ben would’ve said, Think Cool Hand Luke. Every surface was either metal or fake wood. The warden was fat with a buzz...
Claire? Claire blinked open her eyes. She looked up at her mother, wondering why their faces were so close. You fainted. I didn’t, Claire argued, though evidence pointed to the contrary. She was lying...
Claire’s mug shot was taken against a white background with a ruler that was clearly off by an inch. She wondered aloud why she wasn’t asked to hold a sign with her name and inmate number. Photoshop t...
Chairs were padded. The tables looked clean. There were napkin dispensers on the tables instead of rolls of cheap
You didn't realize what was passing you by until you slowed down a little bit to get a better look.
Rippy’s. Get in the car. Drive to the motel. Wait for me.
Gamma
Used to be, only bikers and outlaws had tattoos. They were so commonplace now that they weren’t even a statement. Unless the statement was, Look, I’m like everybody else. Her
Claire joined her, absently watching a lone squirrel hop across the decking and drink saline water from the pool. Asking what to do next was a loaded question, because what it all boiled down to was w...
Claire looked at the anniversary painting again. She thought about Paul as a child. She’d seen pictures—his winsome, toothy grin; the way his ears poked out from his giant head when he was six and sev...
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