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[This excerpt is a preview of a longer piece] At a steakhouse in the city of Albuquerque, where cockatoos pecked crumbs from the patio bricks and lightbulb wires made burning hearts, the devils split a burrata. The kitchen pixies had dressed it in goat’s blood, for the sweet tooth, and fig jam, for the hell…

Chapter One of Shy Roan She got me mums. They were waiting on the windowsill, the rust and mustard pompoms wobbling their little homecoming cheer from a foil-wrapped plastic pot that shot disco rays over the bedspread. In the spirit of fresh starts and a bushier tail, I braced myself against the snarky gut instinct…