“Welcome to Adam and Eve,” the brawny security told Jacy once she cat-walked into the front balcony that led to the galleria. She was ready to explore the night whichever ways and thought of Ken’s trouble was going to make her day horrible; she only apologized to her son Bluueyes who could be having the worst of dinner tonight; as much as she knew Ken couldn’t cook, let alone be a horrible cook. The last time she ate his food, she could remember fixing her anus next to the toilet for ...