Chapter Eight
Evie
I dont recall the first time I laid eyes on the black man, but it almost seems as if Ive known him forever. Were there dreams before the actual sightings? I struggle to remember but any knowledge of him through my vivid dreams just slips away before I have my answer. I even grapple to remember if he was there the night that Joel took me to the club on River and 6th streets. I cant be sure, but my mind seems to insert his face into the myriad of faces that swarmed around me that night.
I suppose that its easy to see him in that settinghe certainly belongs there. The same sort of extreme s*x takes place in the dirty building they call The Roserose as in soft petals, sweet fragrance and brutal thorns. Joel thought it would be a gas to see what the perverts do. I ca
