The Wistful Dinner
Act I In the storage-unit rows behind the old bayou church, the air always tasted of wet rot and old pennies. Perinne Arceneaux stood in the doorway of Unit 14, a space no larger than a closet, holding a debt ledger that had been his father’s until the funeral. He was thirty-four, a junior archivist who had just received an eviction notice, and the only thing keeping him from the street was the...
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