micky-knight

Spring was becoming summer, not yet the oppressive heat of July and August, but sweaty days that were harbingers. Of course, now we had the modern conveniences, air-conditioning, to deal with them in a way Augustine Lamoureaux and her girls on the edge of summer did not. As much as things had changed__nd they had__t was still bitter how close so many women lived to the edge. One jealous boyfriend, walking down the wrong street, saying the wrong thing, not being __eminine_ enough, bad luck, combined with a few wrong choices__e all make them__nd like Tiffany, we would fall forever over the edge.