Her face was a spider web of wrinkles that writhed when she talked. Black porn You—will you turn around so I can stop talking to the back of your head?”
“I’m baking something. “Making cookies. He glanced toward Willie’s door; the kid was sleeping again, at least, ever since they made him swear off seeing the Brookwood woman. “Who else would live here?”
Herb’s wife shushed him. His wife hated cats, but she didn’t seem to have noticed it. He wanted to hiss at her to keep it down, but on second thought, what did it matter? ***
Willie Beaser ran up the steps of the Brookwood house two of the time and pounded on the door. Her skin was soft and smooth as a peach. Without thinking, Herb barged in, hand already reaching out to grab the kid’s retreating shirt collar. The faded lawn crunched under his shoes as he went up to the tumbledown porch. (Not that he’d be caught dead saying so.) It wasn’t good for a kid to spend so much time around some spooky woman with nuts in her head.
