Two Minutes Dead, One-Eyed Barnaby Alive: When Family Love Becomes a Bill

said. “She didn’t think it would blow up.”

I stared at her.

My chest felt heavy, not from heart disease this time, but from something older.

Something like grief.

“Tell her to take it down,” I said.

Darla’s laugh was short, sharp.

“You think she can?” She gestured vaguely toward the invisible world of screens. “It’s everywhere. People are using her name.continue reading …