Coffee, Shopping, Murder, Love

Growing up, I had a recurring nightmare. I had killed someone, and I had to get rid of the body. The corpse represented my homosexuality. I felt guilty and ashamed, and I had to hide it. But then things changed. A new century began, and it was okay to be gay. Eventually, gay marriage became legal. Fantastic! But what do you do with all your repressed anger? What do you do with all that shame and self-hate? Well, you write a campy dark comedy about having to get rid of a body.
A CAMPY, DARK COMEDY full of twists and turns that will keep you at the edge of your seat but laughing out loud at the same time. A QUILL PROSE AWARD WINNER, selected by Uzodinma Iweala