Linda read the word father and tasted raw cranberries—sharp, almost violent, with a sweetness buried so deep it might as well have been a lie.
“You said there was something about my father.” bitter in the mouth pdf
It tasted like nothing too.
Inside: a single sheet. “I’m sick,” it said. “You don’t have to come. But I need to tell you something before I go. It’s about your father.” Linda read the word father and tasted raw