Broken Memphis
“I only dream of losing Bebe in a card game to Madden, who slimes her up with his rich boy cooties. By the time I get her back, she's ruined.When I wake up, Bebe is still perfect. I watch her and Lula sleep with matching expressions on their faces. In fact, I can almost forget that Wolfman helped create the child next to me. She's nothing like her old man. Not hairy or nasty or mean. She wouldn't steal from old ladies, beat up women, or pimp out little kids. Lula is an angel, and I plan to keep her that way even if I spend the rest of my life burying people who threaten her innocence.I'm so focused on thoughts of killing high school boys that I don't notice Bebe's awake and watching me. Her eyes are amused. I glare at her for mentally laughing at me. She smiles at my anger then reaches over and pokes me in the gut. I look down at her hand and think it needs to be just a few inches lower.Bebe doesn't need me to say the words. She sees where my gaze goes and rolls her eyes. We remain in ...bed, watching each other.MoreLess
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