Look at you, locked and loaded, like Mae West of the Motor City.

“I had said too much. He was giving me the look. I hated the look. It was the “Y…”

“Some things just won’t go away, no matter how hard you scrub.”

“November 20. Andrius's birthday. I had counted the days carefully. I wished him…”

“The fact that Cincinnati thought I resembled him in any way sickened me. It mad…”