Act of Contrition

Act of Contrition

My hand cramped up for the fifteenth time. “I need another Sharpie.” +++++Marty leaped into frenzied motion. “Gotcha Mr. Bell. I’ll grab some more copies of your book too. And some more 8 x 10 glossies.” +++++I shouted to his back, “Just Shar—.” +++++He was just being...