JT Johnson
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Podcast Appearances
Mom blinked, a flash of surprise lighting her eyes before it went out, her head nodding.
Let's go make some sundaes, like the good old days.
"'Nona,' I corrected, already nearly behind my mom and free to dart for Nona's room.
I was around her then, my ankle nearly rolling on a pile of dirty jeans, something alive squirming under my foot before darting off into the shadows.
I was walking fast, mom's breath hot and stale behind me as she mumbled more.
I pushed Nona's door open, nearly knocked backwards by the smell that rushed out of the room.
She was talking into the dark room, but her eyes were on me, her mouth pulling to the sides.
I shoved past her, ignoring the smell that filled the room like a thick fog.