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Chapter Fifteen

When he was younger, when everyone still called him Father Mike, he could memorize pages of text at a time. Not just liturgical stuff, either. Sure, that too. But not only Scripture. Anything. Grocery lists, American presidents, the starting lineups and batting orders of both teams in the 1998 World Series (and each player’s batting...

Chapter Fourteen

Jefferson Jiminez had never seen so many naked women in his life. Not in person, anyway. This was different than those gangbang videos, for sure. No doubt the girls here in this house, they weren’t as fine as the young, tight tramps you saw in the jerk-off movies. But damn! They sure were enthusiastic. Tammy,...

Chapter Thirteen

Ruthie Linder, the casting director, looked up from her stack of headshots and resumes. She peered over her glasses at the handsome young man standing on the other side of her desk. He was cute. (Weren’t they all?) And his skin: so pure. It was more than unblemished. His skin glowed, as though his face...

Chapter Nine

Lenny Wizenberg liked employees like Jefferson Jiminez, strivers who derived a disproportionate amount of their self-esteem from a job whose crushing blandness was apparent to everyone but the guy doing the work. People with too much ambition, dangerous dreamers who wanted to leave their mark on the world, were prone to cause trouble. When it...

Chapter Five

When Leonard Wizenberg awoke from his dreamless slumber, 34 hours after the scopolamine cocktail he had unwittingly ingested first splashed through his bloodstream, he thought it was the morning after his ill-advised mercy fuck, and he immediately began concocting ways to get that ugly bitch (he couldn’t remember Patricia’s name) with her crooked wig out...

Chapter Four

That was the wonderful thing about being alive, he thought. Well, one of the wonderful things, anyway: You could always learn new things. Douglas Bishop liked that. He also liked coffee ice cream and hashish and reruns of “I Love Lucy,” but he mostly liked becoming a wiser soul with every new sunrise. Doug smiled...

Chapter Two

Times were tough. The thing with the watches, the “Rolex Tribute Series,” hadn’t gone as well as they had hoped. Good cash flow but far too many phone calls from lawyer types droning on about “intellectual property.” Because of the greyhound thing, Lenny wasn’t allowed in Alabama anymore. (How laxatives ended up in the puppy...