Sunday, July 21, 2013
the last book I ever read (Jamie Quatro's I Want To Show You More, excerpt one)
from Jamie Quatro's I Want To Show You More: Stories:
“Come on in,” Diane said when the pastor and elders arrived. “Mitch is expecting you.” She thought they’d have a small vial, like a test tube—maybe something crystal—but Pastor Murray stepped in carrying a family-sized bottle of Wesson Oil. Diane was startled, not just by the oil (would something from Sam’s Club work?), but by the image of Florence Henderson that popped into her head, wearing padded mittens and frying up a mess of chicken.