Excerpt from The Never-Open Desert Diner by James Anderson, plus links to reviews, author biography & more

My next stop was the Lacey brothers' place. I spent the thirty miles convincing myself to forget what had just happened. I could not be an unrepentant house-pisser. There was also her face, which I easily remembered and then struggled to forget. Maybe it wasn't exactly a beautiful face in the popular way of advertisements and magazine covers. The face was oddly striking, with a high forehead and a wide nose and no-nonsense lips, all framed in thick black hair that lightly settled upon her shoulders. It was a face with staying power.

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