In the kitchen, second helpings are being cooked. Sveta is crushing pills between two sheets of paper with a rolling pin. An unfamiliar woman well past forty is sitting on a stool by the window. She pinches a vein in her inner elbow and it swells. After injecting, she throws back her head and a scabrous, mannish expression comes over her.
Estimated reading time: 38 min
My game has no place for faith in miracles, which also means I am scared of Annie’s blood.
Estimated reading time: 38 min