The man on the porch shifted his weight, squinting at the group of bikers as if trying to decide whether to be amused or threatened. The bottle in his hand tilted slightly, sloshing under the fading light.
The man on the porch shifted his weight, squinting at the group of bikers as if trying to decide whether to be amused or threatened. The bottle in his hand tilted slightly, sloshing under the fading light. “I don’t know what story she’s telling,” he muttered, forcing a laugh. “Family matters stay in the family.” … Read more