a key from hissister who lives in
Who was to say? I’d stopped without meaning to in front of Peaty’s building. One of thelittle kids waved at me and I waved back and both parents turned. Shaved-headDad glared. I sped off. No action at the PlayHouse, same for the big cantaloupe-painted complex on Overland that DylanMeserve had left without notice. Shabby place. […]