They call me the Angel of Death.

“No, you need to listen, she says. This ain’t Silverlake, an you ain’t the daddy…”

“You can trust me, he says.You would say that. How do I know you ain’t lyin?You …”

“I laugh. Yer crazy, I says.I was fine till I met you, he says.”

“Like what you see, Angel? He saysI step to the fence. Hook my hands into the li…”