Eva Perez - Candy Scott

“ Siempre ,” she said. Always.

“They always pave,” Eva replied. “We just move the jars.” eva perez candy scott

“Partners?” Candy asked.

Candy Scott was the mess. She’d blow in with a roar of a motorcycle engine, tracked in rain and red dirt from the quarry road. Her namesake wasn’t sweetness; it was the hard crack of a rock lollipop against a back tooth. “ Siempre ,” she said