Finch tells me: The man sits at the table against the wall, the one that always fills last because it is under the air conditioning vent, and is almost always either too hot or too cold, depending on the season of the year. He is unremarkable to look at–black-rimmed glasses, black jeans, a brown leather […]
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Posted by Kameko on March 9, 2012
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Afraid to SleepThe funeral is a small affair, attended mostly by friends. The only members of the family present are Juteau and her uncle’s wife, who was his second wife, and therefore according to Juteau is to be referred to as Patty and not as her aunt. Family dynamics are always a tangled mess of secret pains […]
Twenty Is Not a Prime NumberDevURLA blonde from afar has something interesting for you. This is the fortune I get from the cookie at the end of the meal I am sharing with Parker, a few blocks from my house. “Do you know any blondes from afar?” he asks. “Any of them disturbingly wealthy and willing to share?” I turn […]
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