C33 James


When I’d seen her leaving the church, I only had one thought: No.
Then I’d found her with her piss-poor excuse of a mother, and I’d tried to make everything okay. We watched as her mother hobbled off into the afternoon, lighting another cigarette immediately and muttering to herself.
I held out my arm to Audrey. “Well,” I said. “Sorry about that.”
“You’re kidding, right?” Audrey asked.
“No