Peggy Is A Piece Of Work

Peggy is a piece of work. Only Joanie knows. While she would be happy to talk, she's not about to volunteer just how big a piece and what kind of work. So Joanie shoves it to the back corner of her mind so that it only appears when Peggy does. Then it explodes and she has to cheek her tongue—Peggy is a piece of work—and shove it back. It was Peggy that sicced them dogs on Marianne. That was some job. It was Peggy that sicced them girls on that young SOB. So sicced, Joanie catches her breath.

From Guest Contributor Rick Henry

Rick's most recent? "The Other Daughters," an audio production a performance poem featuring 120 contributing voices.

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