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you’re not a slave, right?” “I don’t know what I am,” Fran said. “I guess one day I’ll have to figure that out.”
“Ryan Shoemaker,”
Kyle Rainey.”
That was one of the ways they cotched you, Fran figured. Like wild animals when someone shone a light at them.
She sold the guitar when she got to New York City. What was left of her daddy’s two hundred dollars had bought her a Greyhound ticket and a couple of burgers at the bus station.
Fawn,
Paul Zell
New York City.
Aliss,
Billie Faggart.
Melinda Bowles
the Enchantress Magic EightBall
Master Thief Boggle.
a bubble of blood.
“Melinda Bowles,”
bubble of blood.
the Enchantress Magic EightBall met the Master Thief Boggle in King Nermal’s Chamber and challenged him to a game of chess.
how else could I convince you that I was a thirty-two-year-old divorced high school algebra teacher?
(Conrad Linthor,
that’s love, and nobody really understands how it works. It just happens.
what she needs is to look less like herself. To look less like a fifteen-year-old crazy liar.
Her first New York bagel.
Billie thinks those lights are the loneliest things she’s ever seen.
It’s the first time Billie’s ever been drunk, and she’s not very good at it.
Eloise. The girl who lives in The Plaza? Has a pet whale named Moby Dick?”
Billie’s legs are noodles. The ends of her hair are poison needles. Her tongue is a bristly sponge, and her eyes are bags of bleach.

