"Tell me about Davina," says Carly. I sit five minutes lke a corpse. She asks again. "You can tell me. It's OK." Her voice is a scarf. I begin. "She's blonde. Wait - sometimes
Come on in. Nurse it here. Athletic legs clop dressage around your chair. Pick one, any. You get to ask each a question first. Then you give over to whatever tricks they've stowed.
It jumps you on the way home, holds on, tells you it's going GNNNFF to kill you, then is gone. The penny drops. I'm a fraud. You start to question everything, from why NOT murder? to whether,
He's still warm when I return from my shower. I comb my hair and scuff cells from the smothering pillow. He jitters posthumously as I open his chest and truffle about
He lays you down, brings you toffee and rum, not tapioca and tap water, or vegetable oil-based orange. He listens to your pulse with his whole head, tells you it's OK, brings you