Chapter 1

Earl finally left the old house, one of my mother's rental properties, when it went up in flames. He jumped bare-chested into his black-striped, mustard-yellow 1974 Dodge Charger, screeching down the road, leaving twin plumes of blue smoke, and black rubber, in front of the two acres of anciently gnarled grapevines, whose knee-high weeds testified further to his irresponsibility. Charred glossies of shaved female crotches and breasts as big as genetic mutations fluttered out of the top floor of the crooked structure that went up like a trash fire. The rat strand of hair emerging from his Genesee Cream Ale cap was the last anyone saw of him.

In renting the ...

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