Classic Becky – Editor’s Pick

They moved over to the plaid couches. Art and Deb sat next to each other, Dan sat across from them, the accused and the executioner. Deb set the urn on the coffee table between them.

“Start at the beginning,” Dan suggested.

Flora Loves Atlantic City

“Biracial, I think.”

Luciana glanced up into the mirror to see who had said it, but it was impossible to tell; the chatter of thirty-one, day-tripping blue hairs and silver tops muddled any trace of its origin.