I took the cheeseburger out of the bag and started eating it while I walked to my car. Harold was in the parking lot. They were beating his ass again. Chuck and Dave and Brian and maybe Roger and Rick were there too. Harold crouched in the circle, his twiggy arms over his head. Reuben, Chuck called. Give this thing a kick. I gave him a good kick. He was like a bag of mulch with some air stuck in it. I gave Chuck a thumb’s up and finished my burger in my car.   … Continue reading Spring Gables Wolf Attack by Andrew Friedman →