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192 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1994
On the verge of divorce, they headed for Florida: an island in the Gulf, a place they remembered as a refuge, dolphins, pelicans, vodka-and-Cheez Whiz picnics.
—from ‘Moonbeams and Aspirin’
Marian is in the bedroom, Saturday afternoon, talking to her sister on the telephone, when her two year old Will walks in with a plastic bag over his head.
—from ‘Safety’
He slumps in the passenger seat, fat and regal, fumbling a Merit out of the crumpled pack on the dash. The inside of his car is like an ashtray with chairs.
—from ‘The Victim’
“All right, girlfriend,” Lyle says. ” You can do me now.”
A sudden, sickening conviction sweeps through her, the knowledge that this was all her fault, that if she had been smarter or stronger or somehow better, this would never have happened, and tears of futility and rage – rage at herself, at her circumstances – began to form in her eyes.
“You think I’m fucking kidding?” Lyle says, tapping her temple with the barrel of the gun. “Take it now, girlfriend.”
“Leave her alone,” Bobby says quietly.