Cue
            Ball by Geraldine Glodek

            

              

                
 
 
                
The manager of the Burger
                  Ranch stood at the register like a granite column. When his kid
                  brother Jack, the last customer of the night, offered a ten to
                  pay for his meal, the manager waved the back of his hand at the
                  money. He sneered as he side-stepped Jack's whiskey breath.
 
              
            

            
 

            
Every
            Good Boy Deserves Fudge by
            Sarah Joy Freese

            

              

                
 
 
                
She loved having her nails
                  painted red. "Red", she said, would make her son, Johnny,
                  visit her more often. When she was especially hopeful that Johnny
                  was coming (only on Wednesdays, when his kids were at Boy Scouts),
                  she would make a special effort not to put her fingernails in
                  her mouth. Often, she had a habit of licking or chewing the nail
                  polish off her nails. She found it comforting.
 
              
            

            
 


            
 

            
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