“I thought I knew you, Baby,” said Dan worriedly, circling round the kitchen table. Baby opened her mouth, but no sounds emerged. Then she laid her head down on the table. “What can I do to help?” asked Dan. Still, Baby said nothing. “Would a little tequila help?” asked Dan, proffering a bottle of Jose … Continuar leyendo “Jose Cuervo” by Bill Tope and Doug Hawley