“ no . ” eileens cheeks go as red as the horizon . he watches her , watches through her , watches the splintered wood door of the old derelict house belonging to MISS NICKI GRAHAM . middle name unknown . he focuses back on her , his quietude clinging to her skin in the way that made it crawl . the way she would often go on about . in the car , feet dangling out the passenger . mouth kicking up a storm . “ it’s not stupid . if my momma was somewhere behind a door i’d wanna go and meet her too . ” / @prayar