He asked for some Gangrey feedback on his chilling story of a girl named CoriAnn McDevitt:
The party started at 7 p.m. It's already 7:10, and 13-year-old CoriAnn McDevitt's jeans are still damp.
Though her closet's stuffed with jeans, she wants the off-white Hydraulics she bought two weeks ago at the Palisades Center. They're the only ones to wear to this Friday night party.
Boys will be there.
"Throw them back in the dryer for 10 minutes and I'll run you right over," her mother, Theresa, tells her.
Ten minutes go by.
The ding-dongs of "Final Jeopardy" ring from her parents' first-floor bedroom where Kevin, her father, lies half-dozing on the bed. Then, the "Wheel of Fortune" theme song.
Theresa, tall and thin with long, black hair, stands at the top of the basement stairs. A hint of cigarette smoke creeps from the nearby enclosed porch, where she likes to toke her Marlboros.
She only hears the rumbles of the Whirlpool dryer.
"CoriAnn."
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