chapter six
I knock on their door.
“Dad?” He doesn’t say Yes or I’ll be right out or anything.
“Daddy?” I say as I open the door. My mom would say this room looked like it was hit by a tornado. The dresser is on its side, the drawers are coming out, the lamp that was on top of [...]
chapter five
“Can I get you something to drink?” I ask.
“We’ll take two beers, please.” Ronnie says. Keith just sits there. His eyes look like a Chinese persons eyes.
I put my hand on my hip and say “Two beers comin’ right up.”
“Pretty and sweet” Ronnie says.
I learned how to be a cocktail waitress from my mom, who [...]
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