Jackknife (The Shivers Collection, #1)

by Joe Hill

You had to make rules for yourself, and you had to follow them, or you really were lost.

He had never lied to Helena about anything. Another of his rules: no lies. He had got around it by simply not telling her lots of things.

“Oh, Dennis. I never said you wanted her. You wanted this. You wanted to smash your marriage and your job and your life, all of it, into a thousand shiny little pieces.” “Why would anyone want that?” “Why do little kids break windows?” his soon-to-be ex-wife asked. “Children love the sound of smashing glass. Firebugs love a book of matches.”

in America, even disgrace could be monetized. Even shame had market value.