Mick had been throwing up most of the night. He was fairly certain it was from drinking rainwater from the bucket on the roof, because that was the only thing he’d ingested in two days.
He was a traveler, Mick, never home for long. The fridge was usually empty except for leftover takeout and whatever beer he’d bought down the corner the night before. This weekend was no exception. Though he had planned on going to the conrer grocery to get food before his sister came for her visit.
Oh, God: his sister. If only his cell could find service.
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