Excerpt from Pandemonic

Dad coughed. Then again. The wet, loose, hacking cough of a sick person. Then the sound of a spinning toilet paper roll holder. A flush. Running of the sink.

Evan steeled himself and knocked on the door.

Dad swung the door open, brow furrowed, white foam ringing his mouth. He turned back around, spat in the sink and continued brushing his teeth. “Can I help you?”

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