It’s January, and I lost track of time and a wrinkled letter dated September; we did a night or two in the back seat of her hummer.I… Read more “Bloody Roses”
Tag: bitterness
The New Assistant
I was a businessman, but—unlike my father—I didn’t skirt the law. Dad was going to jail. The question was, when? No, I wasn’t wealthy like my father,… Read more “The New Assistant”