A little shreek like a lobster plunged into a boiling pot came from her throat-trying to stifle it her heart bobbed in her chest and she gasped expelled. ‘Just ready’ he said Her head turned to the side her left hand grabbed his arm-it was hard-her lips plugged up again as he released-a sadness overwhelmed her.
She thought how life was equally simple and difficult-why she was here was down to America-the land of the brave the free the undead. She is incarcerated in this home-the crime-getting old. The reason behind everything that is: