“Your husband, ma’am,” he said, shifting his gaze to me.He had passive, maybe even
“Your husband, ma’am,” he said, shifting his gaze to me.He had passive, maybe even kind eyes and if he recognized me that fact was hidden behind an honest attempt at sympathy.“What about him?”The plainclothes cop tilted his head to the side and I couldn’t help but think that that was the way he spoke to his mother when he’d been bad and had to come to her to confess the breaking of a water glass or leaving a door open, allowing the family pet to escape.“He expired,” the policeman said.“Expired?” Lana asked.“Died.”- Walter Mosley, Debbie Doesn’t Do It AnymoreBurdened with massive debt—incurred by her husband, and which various L.A. heavies want to collect on—Debbie must find a way to extricate herself from the peculiar subculture of the porn industry and reconcile herself to sacrifices she’s made along the way. In Debbie Doesn’t Do it Anymore, the creator of the Easy Rawlins series has painted a moving portrait of a resilient soul in search of salvation and a cure for grief. -- source link
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