There was always something nice about her cinnamon tea. When Nicks mom  got up on Sunday morning before everyone she'd make a big pot of tea. It was a rarity, I think saved for the coldest days. 

I'd pull up in my ford  Windstar and Nick would already be wrapping...

Smoking became a daily routine. First from Scotties side it became something close to a sleeping pill. 

Jon would arrive over, like 9 or 10 after his shift. Sometimes still in his uniform. Sometimes Scotty would have it ready other times they roll it together. In the back of Jon’s...

The  Ford   Windstar got such bad gas mileage that she'd barely make any money. The car would also die eventually. And this was her plan.

She was going to deliver pizzas until the car broke down. A good way to send the car off she thought.

It had sat dormant for four...

Imogen Howe dreamed of delivering pizzas. She was in her old car, a hand me down she had in highschool. A  Ford   Windstar light blue. Had 7 seats, 8 if you tried really hard. 

She drove everywhere back then. Taking people after school, and before. She even had a paper...

The address was only six minutes away. They could've walked. But Jerry might've gotten upset had he seen them taking too much time. They arrived at a dark brick building perched on a hill. The front had an ornamental reservoir wall of stone.

"This it?"

"No. It's a unit in the building...

Kevin had a feeling like he should go too.

"Uhh if its alright I'll go too, I mean I'm almost done anyway."

Jerry didn't look up just replied "Yeah sure kid, sure. mmmm sure."

Kevin couldn't tell if that was a for sure yes, but he just went out any way. He...