I know right then and there that there would not be anyone else in this world who would give me that special blessing on Friday nights
I wouldn’t really do that. I know I wouldn’t. It was just a fleeting thought that I shoved aside because I am so incredibly curious
I see it in the drunk boys, the girls with caked-on makeup, both desperate for attention, searching, wondering, yearning for something they themselves are unsure of
The contractor made it very clear that this was a dumb idea. “You can’t fix a roof in the rain,” he declared
I wonder if that’s his secret. I wonder if he’s still feeding off his mother’s smile, or her energy, or her joy
“Show me your pass.” She’s brimming with authority, inflated as a helium balloon. I stutter, the words stuck in my throat like marbles
