The Four Boys at the Restaurant Sink
“Lawson.” The edge was gone from her voice.
Then, to Kelsey: “Kelsey.”
Kelsey stopped beside me.
“Beatrice.”
No warmth.
No hostility either.
Just everything that had happened.
“Please come in.”
“Lawson.” The edge was gone from her voice.
Then, to Kelsey: “Kelsey.”
Kelsey stopped beside me.
“Beatrice.”
No warmth.
No hostility either.
Just everything that had happened.
“Please come in.”