Shelia: Tommy! Where have you been?
Me: Sorry. I had to go back to Texas for a week.
Shelia: That sucks. You missed so much though.
Me: I know, I had three tests.
Shelia: No, not that! I'm talking about how Isabel Nance killed herself last week.
Me: Who is that?
Shelia: She was a student here. Also a waitress in the city at some little coffeeshop.
Me: Isabel.
Me: Isabel the waitress.
YOU ARE READING
1940
FantasyS h e ' s t h e q u i e t g i r l . The story of a boy who's original sin was his curiosity.
