I Saw A Biker Put A Doll Inside A Police Car And Walk Away
I am Mara. I have poured coffee at Lila’s off Highway 19 since I was twenty. I know the regulars by what they leave on the saucer. His was black. No cream. Same corner stool by the glass. Same quiet face. He came in near dusk, ate two eggs over easy, left a three-dollar tip. … Read more