Hard to ChewChapter 19
After Mary's crazy rage, Lou 's enjoyment of her companionship wore thin quickly. When he first arrived at the cabin, that very first night, he had gotten a fore taste of her special brand of strangeness. He hadn't known then, but he sure as shooting knew now. It wasn't his fever that had him hearing kind of funny. There hadn't been a soul out there with her while she bathed. There wasn't anything but sage and sand anywhere close to this God forsaken shelf perched halfway down the...