It was all because of the squeal of the windshield wiper. Not the rumbling racket it made as it stammered back along the pane. No, that wasn’t so bad. But the squeal on the way down—shrill, insistent, bleak. Who could stand that shit? . . .
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- The Warmest December
- We Matter: Athletes and Activism
- Pressure Makes Diamonds: Becoming the Woman I Pretended to Be
- A History of the African-American People (Proposed) by Strom Thurmond, as told to Percival Everett & James Kincaid (A Novel)
- What Is Hip-Hop?
- Haiti Noir
- Bernice L. McFadden Digit
- The Hungered One
- The Lunatic
- So Many Islands: Stories from the Caribbean, Mediterranean, Indian, and Pacific Oceans
- The Book of Harlan