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Inside this Book – “What nobody ever tells you about gardening is … how many things you have to kill if you want to do it right.” Daisy Spratford jammed her spade into the earth, slicing a worm in two. She used the small shovel to toss one half toward the bird feeder, and the other toward the water fountain full of murky green water and the fish that somehow survived there, in the overgrown backyard of a house called Hazelhurst. “No one says how many bugs, how many beetles … how many naked pink things that might be voles, or might be mice. I don’t know the difference, when they’re little like that. They all look the same until they get some hair.” “It don’t matter anyway,” said her cousin Claire. She didn’t look up from her knitting. She didn’t change the tempo of her foot, which leaned back and forth from heel to toe and back again, rocking her chair in time to the clicking of her needles. “It matters to the crows, and the cats. It matters to Freddie, over there. It’s a service I provide them. It’s a kindness, is what it is.” “Not if you’re a mouse.” Cameron sat on the porch’s edge, his feet maybe dangling right in front of Freddie, the resident king snake, for all he knew. He wasn’t bothered by Freddie, and he wasn’t particularly bothered by the thought of doomed pink rodents, writhing on his godmother’s spade. But he liked to be contrary. He shrugged at both old ladies. “Or a vole, or whatever. I was just saying, it’s all a matter of perspective.” They gave him a flash of stink eye.
Inside this book –The Toll PDF Book by Cherie Priest – Radio static fizzed back and forth across the closing bars of “Aqualung,” so Titus leaned forward and fiddled with the knob. It didn’t work. The static stayed, and the music went away entirely. He swore out loud and pressed the seek buttons right, then left, fishing for anything other than the station playing Sunday worship music—the sole broadcast survivor in a wasteland of poor reception. Melanie leaned her head against the passenger-side window and blew a little cloud of fog on the glass. “That’s why they call it ‘Bumblefuck.’” “We can always plug in my phone. I pulled my whole music collection off the server before we left.” “Why’d you do that? I thought the whole point was—” “I remember, I know,” he headed her off. “I only brought the music for the drive out, and the drive back. Up until now we had good radio. So we didn’t need it.” “So … you’re not going to keep checking your messages all week, are you?” “First thing every morning, but that’s all. I’ll even leave the charger in the car, if that makes you happy.” She frowned. “Why would that make me happy?” “It’s a gesture.” He squeezed the steering wheel. “You know I have to check in for work, but Pete said I could do it once a day, and that would be fine.” “On our goddamn honeymoon.” “How else do you expect me to pay for it? Come on, don’t … don’t be like that. It’ll be fun. Me, you, and the new canoes.” “I hope we brought enough bug spray.”
The Toll by Cherie Priest PDF : eBook Information
- Full Book Name – The Toll
- Author of this Book – Cherie Priest
- Language – English
- Book Genre – Fiction, Novel, Mystery, Thriller, Fantasy, Horror
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