When the Wolf Comes Home

by Nat Cassidy

Before she can share that detail, though, one of the goth kids over at Booth 8 periscopes over the vinyl seat back and looks around for assistance. Jess hurries to attend to them. More coffee, shocker. As black as the kid’s cargo pants and, presumably, soul.

Considering how run-down Poppy’s often feels, though, cleaning the bathroom usually just means brushing the inside of the bowl after all that fine coffee gives some trucker a touch of the ol’ Jackson Pollock backdraft.

Besides, Cookie knows that Mona is really just jealous that Cookie and Bob Bradford have been hooking up for the past few weeks while Mona sits in her room with a cooch so dusty it would take one of those Mary Poppins chimney sweepers to clear all the bats out.

Maybe the true horror of the werewolf is that the change is never permanent.