The Bloodwood Table
All Characters 18 or older * Kalli’s grandfather built furniture. That was her memory. He was the one who cared for her, when her parents dumped her every weekend and sometimes longer. He was the one who fed her, and bathed her, and tucked her in at night. His hands caressed her as her rocked her to sleep, and made sure she wore clean panties. His hands gave her love, and built furniture. He was huge and strong and knew everything. ‘Anyone can saw a board in two, Kalli,’ he had told her,’...