“You know what the sun looks like?” Kaye asked. There was only a little more than a slice of red where the sea met the sky. “No, what?” Janet said, holding the lipgloss out to Kaye. “Like he slit his wrists in a bathtub and the blood is all over the water.” “That’s gross, Kaye.” “And the moon is just watching. She’s just watching him die. She must have driven him to it.” “Kaye…”
