Operator
1. “Tremont Exchange,” said Hazel. “Yes, sir. Tremont.” A pause. “Yes, sir.” And the k-junk of the jack. She grabbed her coffee and took a sip. It was cold and stale, but she didn’t care. The bitter black of the … Continue reading →
1. “Tremont Exchange,” said Hazel. “Yes, sir. Tremont.” A pause. “Yes, sir.” And the k-junk of the jack. She grabbed her coffee and took a sip. It was cold and stale, but she didn’t care. The bitter black of the … Continue reading →