What Evie needed was a little hair of the dog, but her parents had confiscated her hip flask. It was a swell flask, too-silver, with the initials of Charles Warren etched into it. Good old Charlie, the dear. She'd promised to be his girl. That lasted a week. Charlie was a darling, but also a thudding bore. His idea of petting was to place a hand stiffly on a girl's chest like a starched doily on some maiden aunt's side table while pecking, birdlike, at her mouth. .
( Libba Bray )
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