Demon Copperhead

by Barbara Kingsolver

tomorrow.” “Okay,” I said, which I wouldn’t. Throwing things on the floor for somebody else to deal with,

wish that whoever made him laugh like that, it had been you.

the man you used to be.” Weightwise, possibly true, and at least a foot taller since fifth

like fishing bobbers. Skintight jeans and halter tops and bare

move out from the disaster roommates into his own place. I had

a crocodile purse. I was starting to get to the bottom of Dori. I’d