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The Devil's Swallows
Words by Emily Alford
Images by Oscar Fuertes
Models: Jessica Reidy and Jeanne Joe Perrone
*Editor's Note: Words an excerpt from Emily Alford's The Devil's Swallows: A Novel.
Now, Brin saw in Darla the makings high school girls she and Gam saw smoking outside the Citgo self service station on Friday nights, draped around the ice cooler or the warm hoods of dusty cars for want of anything better to do.
The girls wore too much navy eyeliner; their breasts strained against their tank tops. Gam called them basse classe, trash. Those girls always looked dangerous in their high-heeled sandals but also a little bit sad, staring silently through thick bangs and dark circled eyes like inmates behind glass at a zoo.
Gam nearly dragged her past these girls into the air conditioned shelter of the gas station as if she didn’t want Brin getting close enough to break away and disappear into their blooming haze of cigarette smoke and vanilla musk. Those girls must have done something to be banished to a parking lot at night, waiting for high school boys to beg a six-pack off the cashier and drive them, still sulking, away, and Brin suspected that banishment had something to do with sex, like it had with her own mother, who looked just like them, gazing into the orange end of a cigarette butt while she waited by the phone in her tight mini skirt after work.
She’d never met her mother’s boyfriends, but she knew she must have them by the way her father talked.
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