The shop had a front door, but Lemke kept it locked. The roll-down hadn’t been lifted in six years or so; the local punks had of course sprayed graffiti on it, but the graffiti itself was barely visible under a …
She had become my girlfriend, under conditions: the main one being that I never refer to her as my girlfriend. “So how do I introduce you to my friends?”
She smirked — she was good at smirking; her face, with …
I’d been so long without, that the mannequins in the dress shop window were starting to look good. If things got much worse I’d end up giving them names. I’d gotten tired of working alone in my home office, so …