He unwound himself from his brother’s arms and drifted lazily in the clear water. The water was cold. Too cold, he thought and spun…
Marco Ricci woke up, as he often did, to find himself sprawled on the floor in an awkward angle, his bony neck teetering on the edge…
In his sleep, Oswaldo was restless. He clutched at the edges of his bed, a block of the quilted foam in each…