When no one responded to her knock, Layne didn't bother with the doorbell. It would have been disconnected in some way by her mother with a screwdriver or a hammer before or after her parents moved in. This was a mutual desire on the part of both of them. They discouraged visitors and not hearing them was an easy line of defense. After another minute she assessed the absurdity of waiting for someone, who was supposedly not there, to let her back into a life she hated.
Read MoreIt is always with the meerkats, usually when I collect the scattered clusters of their little raisin shits, early in the morning before the zoo opens, that I ask myself the same question, day in and day out: how much longer will I continue to work at this dismal zoo?
Read MoreNo one called her Boots anymore; a nickname left over from the days before she’d grown into her feet.
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