From L7:
Danny pressed the off button on his phone until the power went off, and then he stared at the black, empty screen for a while. Roddy was dead. A car accident. Roddy was gone. A freezing gust of wind hit his neck and ears, and he hunched himself against the side of the building, twisting his neck to look up and down the street. What am I doing here, he wondered? Why am I even alive?
Chapter 2
Danny had misgivings about the stack of John Grisham's on the floor. He squat-crouched low, working around his new Santa belly to get a better view, until a cold draft from the mall's concourse whipped the small of his back. He'd been showing his behind to the entire mall, he realized, and scooted back to standing. As assistant manager of the bookstore, he need to show some class. Four months had passed since Roddy died, and Danny had gained almost 30 pounds.
The weight gain, he knew, should be the least of it.
"Hi Danny," chirped Solange as she passed by with a tower of romance novels. Solange - the manager - was twenty-two years old.
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