"This is the last straw," Alma said. She had just opened the mail at the kitchen table. Sitting opposite, Walter peered over the top of his newspaper. "What straw is that?" "It's anothe ... [+]
Joe's knuckles bled, the result of inflation. Tonya was some sort of greedy little Tinker Bell wannabe. She even had the wings to go along with it. She wore them every single day. The whole idiotic getup. But she paid well. Just before, Joe had told Johnny he'd give him three dollars. It was one of his classic playground deals. He told him he was especially interested in the central incisor, of course. That was the grand prize, he'd explained. Size did matter. Though if it was too hard to get out, or he was concerned about his post-extraction appearance, he'd certainly settle for a lateral. He