The Last Bender, Chapter 38
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Linda drove a bulbous hunk of metal golden rod. The engine purred and rocked beneath its shining hood. The view from the seat...
Read MoreCHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Linda drove a bulbous hunk of metal golden rod. The engine purred and rocked beneath its shining hood. The view from the seat...
Read MoreCHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Two thumbtacks of light were pressed into my eyes. I sipped scalding, bitter coffee from a bowl. To my left, on a quilted pot...
Read MoreCHAPTER THIRTY-SIX Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Barca Langousto was tucked away in a quiet residential block on the east side, occupying the first two floors of an old...
Read MoreCHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Nothing I did then qualifies as thought. He dragged me into his car and jerked out a three-point turn. The tires squealed. He...
Read MoreCHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â By the time I reached Clara Turback’s place the daylong squalls of rain had stirred the city up from the bottom. The air...
Read MoreCHAPTER THIRTY-THREE Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â She stood a little behind the door, in silk pajamas. The light shimmered in folds of rose and egg yolk. She stepped back and...
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