The stoplight on the corner had been broken for weeks. Westway Avenue was yellow and green at the same time, while Cherry Lane was forever red. Mabel knew this. Mom and Dad called it "the Intersection ... [+]
August brought with it a new easy-swallow scheme by a new self-improvement mentor. Luna Rojas had measured out her life with the likes of them – detoxes, spiritual awakenings, fad diets. She craved the promise of change.That first night, she filled the restaurant's three-compartment sink with water and tube ice. She sucked in her breath and plunged in face-first, submerging as much of her torso as she could, the water going up above her elbows.A blot expanded up the fabric of her rolled-up sleeve by capillary action. I watched the dark thing, idly, feeling that I should speak."How long do you