The Town [Blake]

Kristina Coughlin was Jem’s Irish twin, exactly eleven months and eleven days his junior. They bickered like husband and wife, she doing his laundry and occasionally cooking a meal–her mother’s gooey chicken a la king her specialty–while he handed her money and generally laid around watching tv. Krista shared her brother’s wild streak. She had smoked her twenties down to the filter, the wear and tear just now starting to show, though she had snapped back from her pregnancy like a fresh rubber band. Merit Logs kept in fighting trim. She had the Coughlin white-blue eyes, not so bad as her brothers’, but when she drank, which was often, they glowed like demon jewels. Something she did to her hair with a razor kept the layers ragged and sharp. Like her partying soul, her dirty-blond hair lay flat and useless during the day, only to be teased into action every night. Her chest was criminally small, her long legs usually done out in stonewashed denim and heels in order to show off her proud, heart-shaped ass.