My Cardboard Balcony

by Belinda Roddie "Maybe if you didn't drink so often, we wouldn't get in these situations!" "What, you don't like this?" "I'd rather be in the sweaty scrotum of Texas than be here!" "That's only because you're nervous!" " Shut up!" "Look, I don't see what the big deal is!" "John. You got into the Irish whiskey. Again. You dragged me to Pride..." "You were totally into the junk piercing booth!" "You have a little run-in with an 'old college friend'..." "Like I was supposed to know he was equally as flaming." "And now we're expected to dance our scantily clad asses off like Chippendale studs in this sketchy club?!" "I like this club! They serve great appletinis." "I don't care if they sell liquid gold! I'm half-naked in a speedo and collar! This is awkward as fuck!" ...

Their sisterhood was unrivaled, their compassion for one another unparalleled. Ergo, it came as an enormous shock to the town of Little Feather when one sister was put in the county jail for the murder of the other. Sheriff Rachel Flagstaff had received much scrutiny for her decision to incarcerate Cindy Harper, but to her, the evidence was clear: Not everything, including the love of two sisters, was as it seemed.