The Daughters of Block Island

by Christa Carmen

I bow to a God not of my understanding, but of my imagination,

She dumps the diazepam—crushed into a fine powder while she was upstairs—into the bottom of a champagne flute, fills it with sangria, and garnishes the glass with a lemon. According to Google, forty milligrams should be enough to knock Aileen out without risk of her ending up in the hospital with Maureen.

WHAT. Is she trying to KILL her?! Aileen might end up like maureen!!

Maureen falls, hospital gown floating behind her. The fabric grazes Thalia’s fingers. She’s going to miss it. There’s not enough to grab on to. Then, her fingers find a tear in the fabric, and she latches on and draws her arm in at the same time. She’s got her. Somehow, she has her mother, and though she’s stopped Maureen from plunging down the side of the cliff to the ocean below, her mother’s body still hits the cliffside with a horrible thud.

Does this author know how hospital gowns work? This bitch deader than hell