When was the last time Polly had sat down at the nickel slots? God, it must've been the first week after losing Jean. She drove to a nearby casino and spent hours sitting in front of the nickel slots...
Standing outside in the hall, staring at the door he'd passed through a million times before, Boris couldn't help but feel...odd. Father Krickett stood right beside him, hand on his shoulder, grind on...
Boris had a horrible nightmare that night, one so bad that it woke him up and sent him to the kitchen for a glass of whiskey to calm his nerves. As he yanked the bottle out from the cabinet and poured...
The key clicked in the lock and the door swung open. Carol stood there, holding the door open, as Boris, Polly and Burt walked inside. Polly put her hands on her hips and surveyed the place, nodding as...
"It's never going to get you anywhere, you know that right?" her mother asked, sitting on the bed behind Carol, as she feverishly worked at her sewing machine, desperately trying to finish a new dress...
"Well let's just hope you don't have a stroke or something," Carol said, sitting in her makeshift office with Burt as he paced back and forth, groaning; Carol shifted in her seat and, flipping through...