Boy Handed a Biker a Crumpled Dollar and Asked Him to Scare the Man in Mama’s Bedroom

it up there so I wouldn’t find it.”

“Has he ever taken it down?”

“He took it down this morning. That’s when mama told me to run.”

I felt something cold slide down my back.

“Is he drinking?”

“He’s drinking the brown bottle. The one that makes him meanest.”

I stood up. Scooped Micah up under one arm like he was a sack of flour. He weighed nothing. Felt like continue reading …