On the run from Big Mother best friends discover there's no more going by the book. This time it's personal.The Strange Disappearance of My Best Friend ... I pushed open the attic windows to air out the room, and checked for any sign of Lindaa#39;s little white Honda. Below, a dozen cats played hide and seek in the sweet pea and blackberry vines that climbed the willows and buried the forgotten toys that lay about like fallen ... I asked myself, suddenly feeling a pang of sadness for my old life with Linda. ... I was hungry for the panorama of pathos, the bold choreography, the maudlin solos.
|Publisher||:||Sociopathways - 2005|