All Hell Breaks Loose (Cities of the Dead)
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shift wouldn't end until midnight.
“What about your car?”
“I don’t want to go back that way,” Brooke said, turning her head to look up the street at where she had just been. “I’ll get it tomorrow. Besides, I peed my pants getting away from them, so I don't really want to walk around in public.”
She was sure she could hear the sigh on the other end of the phone, although she knew from fourteen years of marriage that Charles was good at masking his emotions and playing the person you needed him to be. He had come to LA years ago to be a screen writer, but she always thought he should’ve been an actor. Either way, he’d still be working retail, trying to break in. But that was all she had, now, and she felt an intense sadness knowing that it would be all she would ever get: just a normal life with a 9-5 job, an ordinary nobody for a husband, three demanding kids, and a DIY fixer-upper house in the suburbs. Dinner, laundry, daycare drop-offs and pick-ups, housework, and grocery shopping all suddenly re-materialized as weekly negotiations to be continued with her husband. Life had just been about to get exciting.
She hung her head in her lap. “Please, just hurry.”
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About the Author
William Young can fly helicopters and airplanes, drive automobiles, steer boats, rollerblade, water ski, snowboard, and ride a bicycle. He was a newspaper reporter for more than a decade at five different newspapers. He has also worked as a golf caddy, flipped burgers at a fast food chain, stocked grocery store shelves, sold ski equipment, worked at a funeral home, unloaded trucks for a department store and worked as a uniformed security guard. He lives in a small post-industrial town along the Schuylkill River in Pennsylvania with his wife and three children.
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