Amanda took the torn page from Maniac. To her, it was the broken wing of a bird, a pet out in the rain.
His smile was so wide he’d have had to break it into sections to fit it through a doorway
It was the day of the worms. That first almost-warm, after-the-rainy-night day in April, when you bolt from your house to find yourself in a world of worms. They were as numerous here in the East End as they had been in the West. The sidewalks, the s...
