Tonight Katherine Sanger gives us a delighfully disturbing tale with a noir vibe and a dark O. Henry twist. Enjoy.
“So we each have our little skeletons in the closet, huh?”
She had just admitted to me, her new boyfriend, to having hung out with lesbians without realizing they were lesbians. Not exactly earth shattering news. My secrets were worse.
“We should do something together,” I suggested.
“Something?”
“Yeah.” I looked around the room and pretended to suddenly notice a girl sitting there, minding her own business. “With her,” I said. “Let’s do something together with her.” Continue Reading
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