So your sister fed you another story about how I was rude to her, and you came running back to interrogate me? You believe her crocodile tears more than you believe me?
“So you waited until I drove off to the gas station so you could call her and pour a bucket of filth over her?” Valery did not merely step into the kitchen; he twisted himself into the doorway like a corkscrew boring into an old, brittle cork. His face, usually calm to the point of … Read more