Holes

He closed his eyes, and images from the Warden’s cabin floated inside his
head: her red fingernails, Mr. Sir writhing on the floor, her flowered makeup
kit.
He opened his eyes.
He suddenly realized where he’d seen the gold tube before.
He’d seen it in his mother’s bathroom, and he’d seen it again in the
Warden’s cabin. It was half of a lipstick container.
K B?
He felt a jolt of astonishment.
His mouth silently formed the name Kate Barlow, as he wondered if it
really could have belonged to the kissin’ outlaw.