Blog: Time, Place, Form and Event Part 3 - 2018-04-01
Chapter 13 Her hands on her hips, Brenda stared down at Joan. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," she said. "Jesus, fuckin, Christ."
I turned to Doug. "You never called an ambulance, did you?"
"Why? You think we need one? You think some paramedic is gonna bring her back to life?"