The Dumb About Men Club
Chapter 1 November 22nd, 10:30 p.m., Savannah, GA I sat hunched over, too wired and panicked to sleep but too upset to stay fully awake. I was drifting, day dreaming, wading in it, biting hard into a naked shoulder, running my hands and nails over a glistening back, somehow both new and familiar. I didn’t know whose. I heard a woman’s voice, a million miles away, and ignored it. My eyes fluttered. My Aunt Linda shook me. ‘Dahlya, I’m going to search for something that resembles coffee,...