Life Under the L: A year of letters
Post 7X11: With no prison cell to cramp his style, Mickey Milkovich gets to start over in Puerto Vallarta, Mexico. The only problem is he has limited funds, no job, barely speaks Spanish, and has no friends or family there. Oh, and he is a fugitive in hiding.
He couldn't help but send a note to a few folks back home. Each chapter uncovers a little of Mickey's salty seaside life when he receives letters from Chicago.
Excerpt:He remembered wishing Svetlana would've just had an abortion. Every night he would settle into their marital bed, head spinning as he monitored the growing fullness of her belly. She would lie on her side, her sea green eyes expectantly gazing into his blue eyes. What the fuck was she searching for?
She would take his hand and place it against her belly before she kissed him good night. And each and every time he felt a wave of nausea. He didn't want her. He didn't want it. He didn't want a child.
But Svetlana looked forward to this baby, even though it meant she would live in that shithole house. Even though it meant she'd be married to a fag. Even though it meant her life would basically be over.