George hadn’t been kind to life, and it left him with a big red nose. It was bigger than his fist and had boils and hard, rocky moles. It drooped down and covered his top lip, and I wondered how he ate and breathed at the same time. “Dad… Slow down!” Mike said, looking at …
“Look! It’s me!” Case interjected, as I stood staring at The Potato. I released the squint in my eyes and turned towards her. She held a slight, disconcerting smile. Case didn’t look anything like The Potato. Her arms weren’t grey, nor was one of them ridden with an unfortunate, cancerous growth for a hand. (But …
