“You need to know how I hurt my wrist,” Jordan said, decision in her voice.
“You told me you fell.”
“Yeah, but the reason I fell and how. That I didn’t tell you. Come in and have something to drink. My folks won’t care.”
Brian hesitated. His mother might, but he felt comfortable with Jordan and her house gave him a sense of calm that he hadn’t had for a long time.
The walls were covered with all kinds of strange pictures and symbols. Rainbows, crystals, plants, stained glass—all this and more assaulted his senses when he entered the house. The furniture was sparse and had an Asian feel. Woven mats graced the hardwood floors instead of carpet. The whole…
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