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Comfortable Madness First PDF 4-13-18

Sour The world was

Sour The world was quiet, and I curled up on the couch. I must have slept. When I opened my eyes, Gid sat with me, bruising the light with his massive hands. There was no escape. “Go away.” “You need to wake up,” he said. “No.” “I’m not going to stop just because you don’t like it.” “I don’t want you here.” He stared at me with his invisible eyes. A slimy sweat broke out along my ribs. He was gone but he’d be back. He ruined everything. He soured the very air I breathed.

Answered Questions Tayla sat in the living room and stared at the television. Her eyes drooped and blinked. She looked too tired. She worked long hours. She went to school and she giggled. She did her homework and stumbled through the days as best she could. We lived hand to mouth. “It won’t last forever,” she used to say. She was wrong. Her mom died and mine sent me away. This was how things stood, hard and cold and barely livable. “Hey,” I said. She looked up. Dark circles made her old. My stomach wrapped itself around my spine. “What’s wrong?” she asked. I looked out the window. A bat cut the dusk to ribbons. I turned away. “Butter?” I swallowed. Voices whispered in the walls. They told me she would hate me for this. “Nothing,” I said. I walked into the kitchen. There was a whole drawer of knives there. The kitchen was dangerous. I could die there. Tayla came and touched me. Her hand was cold and heavy. “What’s up?” she asked. “Do you believe in God?” I asked. “Jesus.” I swallowed. “Hell scares me,” I said. Tayla laughed. “Hell’s for Baptists,” she said. “There’s no room in Hell for dykes like us.” It was a joke. Kind of. I tried to smile, but I was too scared. Tayla was too tired. She went back to the couch and lay down. I