Rated: R for incest, rape, and disturbing material
"Congratulations"
Sands is the one to discover her—she'd called him, and had spoken her last words—"It's yours."
She has taken a bottle of codeine, and she has washed it down with three pints of tequila. He thinks he knows why she has done it, but he only knows half of the reason.
Her hand is clenched tightly over something white. He reaches down and pulls it from her stiff fingers.
It's a home pregnancy test. The strip is blue. Sands is not stupid—he knows what it means.
He stares at the test for a moment.
Then he laughs.
These nine are the first set—Sands is eighteen in that one, next set will be him in college up to when he is shipped down to Mexico.