Out the Door_2、 Broken windows and broken lives._Painted Over_Going Native
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Out the Door
Wincing, Stevie tried hard to look calm and complacent as the heavy files landed on the table, the loud thud echoing through the room. “I’m telling you, this isn’t good enough!” his manager shouted, spittle flying out of his mouth and covering the smooth, polished surface. “I’m sorry sir,” Stevie murmured, glancing down at his tightly clasped hands so their gazes wouldn’t meet. “Stevie!” “Sir?” “Just look at me! Do I look like I’m joking?” Swallowing the lump in his throat, Stevie nervously glanced up. Hwww.onedoor.ccis manager glared back at him, his eyes narrowed as he leant on the table, his hands curled...
2、 Broken windows and broken lives.
Donny’s footsteps fade away into the night as the house continues to burn. Jebediah lay there a few minutes more on the ground before standing to dust himself off. His ribs are sore from the fall and the few pellets that struck him from the shotgun blast. Fortunately, nothing feels broken. Glancing about, he takes in the scene.All around the yard lie the burning debris, flames fluttering in the wind. The country home he had called his own for the past few months is half standing, half devastated. It looks like part of it simply fell away and caught on fire. The home wasn’t rightfully his of co...
Painted Over
They’ve made some questionable design choices. Not that Mom didn’t in her day. I smile as I look through Mr. and Mrs. Merkle, peering years into my past: the wood paneling on the walls, the blue-checkered wallpaper, the pink fixtures to match the roses in the guest bathroom. That’s all gone now, almost twenty years later. The walls are painted a shade of beige that’s so inoffensive it offends me. The Merkles have whitewashed the mottled oak kitchen cabinets and the red bricks around the fireplace. Just as well. Both oak and exposed brick are dated now.But the vaulted ceilings in the family roo...
Going Native
Going Native Although it was the first week of September, the official college classes had not begun for the 38 study abroad students from the Buckeye State. Alcalá de Henares was but a train ride from the medieval city of Toledo, but 4,000 long, heartbreaking miles from its sister city in Ohio. Although the experienced program director Jimena could attempt to cover her grays, her years of leading the program allowed her to detect the aroma of homesickness with the acuity of a truffle-searching Lagotto Romagnolo. “Roberto,” Jimena called out to the familiar gradua...