BLINDED BY THEIR MOTHERS, Sex and Lies cont...
A monsterous moon, yellow as egg yolk, sits on the tops of the trees at the end of Wrentham Street. I start to run and feel RG beside me like a ghost. Last night, at 7:30, Robin calls. "Didn't expect to find you home on a Saturday night." It's one of his cagey indirect ways of testing me. "I'm not,... Sign in to see full entry.