And that was the problem. He loved her like a scab he couldn't stop picking.
"I saw Mom today," he said quietly.
"Because we're running out of food. Because the smell from the chute is starting to drift back up." He hesitated. "Because I had the dream again." the coffin of andy and leyley
Leyley sat up. The butter knife glinted. "The one with the door?" And that was the problem
"The one with you on the other side. And you're crying. And I can't open the door because my hands are made of glass." "Because we're running out of food
The door to the apartment was still chained. The landlord's body had been gone for three days—they'd shoved it down the garbage chute in pieces, working in silent tandem like a two-headed animal. No one had come looking. No one ever did.