The Good Son
You-jeong Jeong
"The smell of blood woke me."
"Pizzas! He adjusted his expression to one of disgust and contempt, but lovingly, in the manner of an artist, he picked up the sliced onion and arranged it down the pastry in a straight professional line next to the sliced tomato."
"When she was twelve, my sister fell into a grave."
"It was almost midday as Hal hurried along the seafront, clutching her jacket against the biting wind."
"As a boy, I admired Humphrey Bogart in a big way."
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