Another one bites the dust. Smiling, Paul wiped his hand on a paper towel as he looked for another cockroach. In the days since he and his family had moved to South Florida, they’d inherited a swarm of cockroaches. Never mind they couldn’t afford an exterminator or bug spray for another week.
The words of his mother telling him they only come to dirty houses played through his mind, but he ignored the voice. That rule apparently didn’t apply to Florida.
Shaking his head, he turned toward the hallway and headed to the bathroom to wash up. Citylife blows!