We all laced together—a brothel madam, an English professor, a mute cook, a quadroon cabbie, and me, the girl carrying a bucket of lies and throwing them like confetti.

“I felt as if I were riding a pendulum. Just as I would swing into the abyss of …”

“He threw his burning cigarette onto our clean living room floor and ground it i…”

“It belongs to an Uptown attorney. What a horse’s ass. Thinks he’s so smart. He …”

“Charlie Marlowe never wrote horror, but somehow horror was writing Charlie Marl…”