No hot water, Harley Dean.
Fifteen minutes later, he turns off the water. He’s shaking, blue-lipped, but his eyes are clear. He towels off with a thin, scratchy towel that smells like bleach. He looks in the mirror again. no hot water harley dean
The same face. Same gray stubble. Same vein. No hot water, Harley Dean
No Hot Water, Harley Dean