He kept yelling at Carlos.
Author: Marie Cummings Hendry
February 12, 2015
He sat down, facing her, fearing that this could be the last time he’d be able to drink her in.
February 11, 2015
You guys, I think I had a rage blackout. No, for real. I’m serious! I really, really don’t remember the past two minutes.
February 10, 2015
The teachers mend me. run me through the wash. Clean me up. Sew me up. Good as new. Good as new. Forever and anon.
February 9, 2015
Jesus H. Christ on a cross, I never, not once in my goddamned life, thought I’d end up like this.
February 8, 2015
“Oh no, no, see that’s what everyone thinks, but the dog walking world is dog-eat-dog, if you don’t mind the pun.”
February 7, 2015
But I have to remind myself that that was my past life. I no longer have roots. I no longer have branches.
February 6, 2015
Champ. Bud. Pal. Guys like Will always treated Marc like a kid.
February 5, 2015
She kissed her again and served us our breakfast sausage.
February 4, 2015
Richie decided he like liked Carmella after all.
Marie Cummings Hendry 