By Jess Lourey
Possibly it is time for me to go away this loopy city, hightail it again to Minneapolis, and develop into a cat-collecting, fist-shaking, asexual English professor... livid after being stood up by means of neighborhood hottie Johnny Leeson, Mira comes to a decision to desert conflict Lake, Minnesota, the place the ladies are churchgoers, the lads prefer to hunt, and the physique count number is above normal. but if a cheerleader bites the airborne dirt and dust, Mira loiters lengthy sufficient to snoop. Mira is extremely suspicious of the hot Millennium Bible Camp, a nerve-racking position with a Stepford other halves meets Hee Haw vibe. sooner than ditching conflict Lake, Mira is hell-bent on confronting her personal demons and catching a killer.
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She crouched on all fours. ” I flipped the switch and went to fire up the front computer. There was no mouse, but she was going to entertain me in exchange for letting her in early. Crafty, that one, I thought as I appraised her. She was an inch or two taller than my 5'6", maybe ten pounds lighter but two cup sizes larger, and her long brown hair was curled and sprayed into place. She wore a fair amount of makeup, but it was expertly applied to look natural. She was cute and she wanted to play Power Ball, but I wasn’t in the mood.
She pingponged over to the sectional couch with the rust-colored, cabin-in-the-woods pattern, where she fell face down into the nappy cloth. She twitched and wriggled a little before she began snoring so vociferously that it came out her ears. I sighed, stumbled over, and lifted her head to the side so she wouldn’t suffocate. My hands were sticky blue with her eye shadow when I pulled them away. I capped the tequila, returned it to its hiding place in the bathroom, and shoved the empty vodka bottle to the bottom of the garbage so it couldn’t judge me in the morning.
It is. I’ll be sure to check in on your mom for you when you’re gone, okay? ” “Okay. Fine. ” “Johnny, I meant! Sorry. I was just putting away a book by some Jeff guy. It’s still early, for me. ” The name of my murdered ex-lover dangled heavy in the air between us, and I couldn’t for the life of me decide if I had thrown it out there on purpose. He hung up without another word. I went into the back room to splash water on my face. On the way, I gathered all my feelings around me like a billowing parachute, carefully folding and tucking until they fit into a neat knapsack, which I put off to the side.
August Moon by Jess Lourey