All the Colors of the Dark

by Chris Whitaker

They turned when a woman emerged and walked down the stairs, glanced quickly at Charlotte before leaving. “Was that my choir teacher?” Charlotte said. Patch looked to Sammy, who shrugged. “She could certainly hit a high note.” “Jesus,” Patch said. “Mentioned him at one point, too,” Sammy said. “As in Jesus get this old bastard off of me?” Charlotte said.