Breaking the Sub
Annie staggered through the front door, wobbling, barely able to stand, blouse buttoned one off. Irritated pink splotches smudged her baby face. "What happened to you?" "I won!" The enthusiasm normally associated with such a statement was missing from her voice. "Won what?" I asked. "We had a contest. Hang on, I gotta sit down." "Before you fall down?" She plopped into the comfy chair and put her legs up on the footrest. Her legs splayed open, and I could see she was minus...