
WHAT A NICE-LOOKING girl. so well-put-together and smiling. that’s the kind of smile, kate thinks, that people give when they know something others don’t. kate has one of those smiles. kate’s old best friend used to have one of those smiles, too, but that was before she was buried in the backyard of the preacher’s daughter’s childhood home. kate’s in a mall, the trio’s back in america for a HOT SECOND, something bigger than culebras but maybe not bigger than xibalba happening in some small town. she’s got money to burn, hundred-dollar bills in her wallet courtesy of that last bank robbery. fingers run over the fabric of a modest pink dress the same moment that girl reaches for it - kate draws back, slightly embarrassed. ‘ oh, i’m - sorry, you go right ahead. ’ / @walltalked