Fresh breeze stirred trash and a mélange of fumes from vehicles, tobacco, beauty/nail salons, m*******a, and open windows. Preston and Harmony strolled to her gritty apartment building in the blithe, artsy glamour of Manhattan’s bustling Lower East Side.
Spicy roasted meat over rice, vegetables, and fruit pies mixed with sirens and laughter wafted down the sidewalk, sailing around Preston’s head. “Where’s Nina’s food truck? She left already?” He took in a deep breath, l*****g his lips. “Nina’s peach cobbler is serious.”
“Bed Bug had more than his stomach could hold. He vomited on my new sheets.”
“I found his glow-in-the-dark racetracks.”
“Stop spoiling him. That boy needs nothing more but love and a good spanking.” A light burp escaped Harmony’s mouth. She apologized and slippe
