“I’m so sorry, Jordan.” I said, and gasped at the pleasure she gave me. But Jordan held on to the remote and changed the input from the DVD to TV. Jesus fucking Christ, I thought. “Jordan…” I said. Then suddenly came a wave of dull, faint pain in the back of my head. Hell, for all I knew, I might had been able to make her forget it all. I’d been at work, illustrating book covers and such, when I’d been hit by a terrible headache. Was she nervous? Like making a nun curse, or make a republican say something intelligent? “I’m twenty-one. I walked down the stairs and noticed my younger sister Jordan sitting on the living room sofa, watching some Japanese cartoon. Read 56199 times |
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