by Larry Miller
So what are you going to do now? Here there was only the tub, the basin, and the linen closet with its door standing open.
Three of the dead were children. “I’ve got yogurt and a nice boiled egg for you, and then it will be time for you to begin.” He moaned while he was pissing, and continued moaning for a long while after it was done. He did not just pass this beneath her nose but pressed it briefly against her lower face.
“And he had returned to his cal?che without so much as a response to Geoffreys question. I know you’re all out to get me.”
Maybe she thought the kerosene would evaporate before the candle burned all the way down. He smelled something sour that he automatically associated with hospitals – Lysol, maybe.