Chapter 33 "The Good Ol' Days"
The Wachowski's had rarely, if ever, taken an actual family vacation. But Ellen's therapist had told Boris and Lorraine that taking a small trip may just be key in reigniting their daughters memories....
The Wachowski's had rarely, if ever, taken an actual family vacation. But Ellen's therapist had told Boris and Lorraine that taking a small trip may just be key in reigniting their daughters memories....
"You wanna tell me where you got these?" Father Krickett asked, shaking the little bottle of pills at Boris as he sat at the kitchen table, his arms folded, scowling. "Why? You my dad or something?"...
It was a gorgeous day, and Carol was determined to take advantage of it. She took a bath, got dressed in her finest clothes and then headed outside to the garden, only to find Larry and Burt toiling...
Boris stood in front of his mirror, staring at himself in his suit, his hands fidgeting with the neck of his tie. He sighed, pulled his cap off and rested it on the table, trying to keep himself from...
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...