Do you remember Sherry?


Remember Sherry? My brother Luke's piece: the one who got into that godawful tangle with him at Paycheck's in Hamtramck. The one who threw that half-empty bottle of Beefeater Gin at his head when he told her to stop drinking. The one who folded up like an old coat and skidded flapping down the length of the basement wall when he elbowed her square in the solar plexus.

Hell, you remember Sherry, I'm sure.

The thing is, she's dead.


Bound to happen

He was holding her feet

We were weaned