WE ONLY SELL HIGH QUALITY REPRINTED BOOKS, at AFFORDABLE PRICE
Ingin dalam bentuk ebook? Order disini>>
Kwalitas Reprint Book Bukan Buku Original (Kwalitas hampir setara)
Diprint dengan mesin terbaik, Mengunakan Lem Panas Press laminasi sehingga cover lebih lengket
#Ukuran B5 (Standart Buku Original)
#Kertas Bookpaper/HVS Lebih baik untuk mata, tidak menyebabkan mata cepat lelah,
#Mengunakan Kwalitas kertas terbaik
#Kwalitas tinta tajam dan bagus (mirip Original)
#Cover dengan Softcover, jika anda membutuhkan hardcover silahkan request
#Packing sudah include Bubble Wrap dan EXTRA SAFETY untuk Hard Cover, 100% AMAN
Ingin Buku Original yang tersedia cek disini>>
“SHOULD WE GO out for breakfast?” Sasha asked.
It was after eleven and she’d just emerged from Maxine’s room. To my knowledge, she hadn’t even gone to the bathroom yet. I’d pissed at least three times since I’d gotten out of bed. She sat on the couch with her knees to her chest as I poured her a cup of coffee, heated it up in the microwave.
Biloxi by Mary Miller.epub
Literature & Fiction
Biloxi by Mary Miller
Author:Mary Miller , Date: June 12, 2019
“Might be too late for breakfast.”
“McDonald’s has all-day breakfast now,” she said. “It’s the best thing they ever did.” Her hair was down and messy. I liked it. I wanted to tell her that she should wear it down more often but women didn’t like it when you told them what you liked, or Ellen hadn’t, and neither had Maxine. If I complimented one of them on their dress, they’d go and take it right off and put on something frumpy.
“You want McDonald’s?”
“Not necessarily, I’m just saying we can still get breakfast somewhere. There’s always Waffle House or IHOP—we could go to one of them.”
“I haven’t been to IHOP in forever.”
“So let’s go there,” she said. “I can’t remember what I used to order—I think it’s called the Rootin’ Tootin’ Fruitin’ or something like that.”
“That doesn’t sound right.”
“I swear that’s what it’s called, or it’s close.”
“Then we’ll both get it,” I said, “whatever it is.”
I handed her the mug. “Tell me if it’s hot enough. I can heat it up some more or make a fresh pot.”
She put her lips to it slowly, carefully, as I watched. I wouldn’t say anything about her hair, ask to brush it, touch it. That would be weird. It was terrifying how easy it would be to mess it up. I felt like a pervert for having her in my home, at least fifteen years my junior, married. And she was wearing so little clothing, once again. One side of her shirt fell off her shoulder and she left it there, the top of a plump white breast exposed.
“I have an extra robe, if you want. It’ll be too big for you but it’s comfortable.”
“Do you want me to cover up?” she asked.
“I thought you might be cold.”
“You’re sweet,” she said. “I’m fine.” The way she said she was fine—dead-eyed, stony—sent chills right through me.
“I’m going to hop in the shower and then we’ll go,” I said. “It’ll take me five minutes.” And I left the two of them on the couch where they were happiest. I hoped she wasn’t the type to stay inside most of the day like Ellen, like me, though it was clear she was. I wanted to do things, get out into the world. We could rent kayaks and paddle out to Deer Island. I imagined us splashing each other, the sun shining on the water, helping Sasha pull her kayak onto the sand and exploring the island with her. I was sure there was a lot of trash out there; kids partied out there and left trash on the beaches. That ruined the fantasy a bit but we might find something good, even in the garbage.
Biloxi by Mary Miller.epub
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link
to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers
to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we’ll remove relevant
links or contents immediately.
There are no reviews yet.
Your email address will not be published.
Simpan nama, email, dan situs web saya pada peramban ini untuk komentar saya berikutnya.
Hit enter to search or ESC to close