He sets out to look for his son the way a bull charges: without a plan. Pia has stood behind the house, her fists clenched and her face bloated. Silver hasn’t dignified his wife’s tirade with a reply, but in a way she’s used to his aloofness, his slowness. To her, the fight has been...
“You’ve come a long way, Cowpie” by Ana Diaz
F-word, I believe