First Chapter First Paragraph Tuesday Intros ~ Hellhole
His boss had burst out of the back room moments earlier. “Forest-green Honda Civic license BNR one seven five!” she yelled in heavy Greek accent as she waddled out the door of the small convenience store, chest heaving and dyed-red bouffant hairdo bouncing. Stavroula Papadopoulos was neither young nor physically fit, but she hadn’t let a gas-and-dasher go without a fight for well on thirty years, and she wasn’t about to start.
