13
CATHERINE
Sally stood next to me in Charlie’s living room and we surveyed the remarkable myriad of trinkets, knickknacks, and souvenirs that covered every available surface. I was exhausted just thinking about how long it would take to clear it all out.
“That is some creepy s**t,” Sally said, looking over the top edge of her glasses. She was staring at the hobo figurine collection that lined a bookcase shelf.
I nodded. It truly was.
Sally walked the length of the room, taking it all in. “So, how was your dinner at Cara’s last night?”
I didn’t even bother to ask how she knew about that. I was starting to resign myself to the fact that there was no such thing as privacy in a town the size of Bridgewater. “If you get a colonoscopy, does everyone know?”
She just eyed me like she had
