Sublime

Allen Campbell and Dorothy Parker were there, recently married after living together during the preceding year, and

college. We’d had a couple of students since then but neither of them had the rapport with

Clarabelle ended up in Layla’s backyard a couple of weeks ago and almost gave Caleb a heart attack.

Willa’s arm shoots out, pointing behind me. “Back of the bus, dickhead. Who’s your mama? I’d like to call her and ask how she raised you so I can file it away under what not to do.”

Susan Cornelia Clarke Warren,

“I was planning to hyphenate?” “Winthrop-Woodcock is no better, babe.”

I smiled, pulling my left elbow into my chest so that I could feel the shape of the gun in its holster. I made it look as if I were scratching. If she wanted to play it girlish, I’d play it boyish. I’d scratch. My gun. The time had come to kill Virginia.