“It Wasn’t Until” by Renee Lake
I have two daughters, both over the age of five. I never expected to raise boys . . .
I have two daughters, both over the age of five. I never expected to raise boys . . .
You could tell by the way that they cleaned the guns that they’d been taught by the same person . . .
“Your first body?” “Dead one, yeah.”
“Sheila, make my shower extra hot today,” I say, walking to the bathroom . . .