One blue-black morning, over birthday cake, my best friend’s father said, “You know, I lived briefly in the house across from yours. There were eight of us in that house. We’d wake some mornings to find all our furniture piled
One blue-black morning, over birthday cake, my best friend’s father said, “You know, I lived briefly in the house across from yours. There were eight of us in that house. We’d wake some mornings to find all our furniture piled