“That’s you,” Jeff muttered to himself. “Mutt Jeff.”
Chapter 4, Up.5, ends.
The carnation had been left on the bar. A message, maybe. A taunt. Someone knew he’d been there. Someone wanted him to remember that even the flowers in that place were bred for one purpose: to look beautiful while they rotted. Pale Carnations -Ch.4 Up.5- -Mutt Jeff-