Leland, she was yours by accident of birth. But your stunted love sprouted to garish green jealousy. Control was all. Sully her so she’s no good for anyone. Then consort … Continue Reading Are you talking about that little girl that was murdered?
Oh God. Please. Not this day. The mossy ceiling fan slows, and blows the dark down the hall to my room. And I know he is coming again. I’ve named … Continue Reading Bad Laura