McCutchen’s Bones: p.10
“Junior!” I turned to see my old man creeping out from under his covers like death’s spindly pet. “It wasn’t either of our faults.” His shriveled frame bounced and tossed with the jolting movements of the wagon. “For God’s sake, get down and hold on.” I was trying to think of a way to get … Read more McCutchen’s Bones: p.10