Tony’s late getting home from picking up supper. Wednesday’s always Taco Bell leftovers.
Tai dances to Ma’s old R&B CDs, his socks sliding on the kitchen floor, while Ratchet watches with her head on her old paws.
I opened my eye. Three faces in surgical masks. Machinery screaming.
They said you are the best.” “So the best I am. Sit.”
Amazing isn’t it? Have you ever overheard an amazing conversation?