What Have We Done

by Alex Finlay

One of the boys raises the gun. It was his idea, after all, he should go first. He aims into the hole, but the gun wobbles in the half-light. “Do it,” another boy says.

Ugh i think I read this

the weapon—the .22 they bought for twenty-two bucks.

I don't know about you but I'm feeling 22 . . .

She’s back from running her five miles

always with the running

stepdaughter Lulu, who’s eating pancakes, her shiny Mary Janes swinging under the chair.

why shoes on at breakfast

Jenna’s numbered Swiss account dwarfs their modest savings and Simon’s 401(k).

The skirt looks shorter than regulation—Jenna’s sure she’s had it altered—

Rolled up duh

She smiles at Karen, the perfectly named queen bee of the neighborhood moms.

Dumb

D.C. traffic is brutal, but it’s still nothing compared to Shanghai or Kabul.

how know

The bald man at the Capital Grille’s

mmm Capital Grille

He climbs into his shirt and jeans

climbs how about puts on

Tom tap eyes with Animal, their drummer.

taps eyes? taps? eyes??? and a drummer named Animal? this book better be loads better than this first 3%

He’s like an old house with too many layers of paint.

ok good simile

his weekly live recap show, The Black, which has thrust him into the national conversation.

like . . . idk . . . The Talking Dead ????

Nico hates that contraption. It’s going to be the death of someone,

of course it is

In the fog of his thoughts—he must be in shock—his mind frolics to Annie.…

frolics that's the best word the author, editor, and readers agreed on? frolics???

the cord to the hospital room’s phone pulled tight.