It sounded like the usual – seduce and ruin, my area of expertise, also my area of boredom.

He’d seen a lot of bizarre items left at gravesides, like a carton of eggs, a pair of reading glasses, a bag of licorice, smooth stones, a spoon.

It sounded like the usual—seduce and ruin, my area of expertise, also my area of boredom.

Compared to her, Sam ran like a girl and told himself as much.

Breathing seemed harder in the cemetery, and selfish, somehow...

Dear God, he prayed irreverently, was her blouse even legal?

He didn’t care if I hated him, only that I did as I was told.

College towns [are] all the same in that way; same burger, different wrapper.