Extraits

“Do you mean, as opposed to killing her?” I asked as Cookie rummaged through her bag for a pen.

“I mean…what the hell is that?”

I looked over at the homeless woman asleep in the alley behind Dad’s bar. “That’s Maggie. Or, well, Maggie’s ass.” Somebody had left the barn door open. I strolled over and covered her up. Maggie was handy to have around. She channeled dead people on occasion and gave me some great tips. I’d tried to get her into a shelter, but she wouldn’t stay. Said she needed her freedom. Apparently, she needed a few safety pins as well.

Maggie usually found her way into the basement of my apartment building. I wondered if the landlord had caught her again and run her out.