the smuggler’s bible


The members of the Order of the Knights of Saint Ball Bearing are—really, they swear—doing their best. Darina rolls up her into a ratty old beach towel and hauls the mess back to the van. Cherice is already there, leaning against the front bumper and smoking a cigarette.

“Any converts?”

“None. I don’t get it.”

“That’s just the way it goes, darlin’.”

“But all the material is so convincing.” Darina stuffs her bundle into the back and digs through a cooler for a lukewarm beer. “It must be. Otherwise, how’d it make such a sucker out of me?”