“ He didn’t care if I hated him, only that I did as I was told. ”
Dear God, he prayed irreverently, was her blouse even legal?
~ Sheri Webber
He’d seen a lot of bizarre items left at gravesides, like a carton of eggs, a pair of reading glasses, a bag of licorice, smooth stones, a spoon.
Breathing seemed harder in the cemetery, and selfish, somehow...
College towns [are] all the same in that way; same burger, different wrapper.
