Dwelling: A Novel by Emily Hunt Kivel book but David is never around—lured

but David is never around—lured into business conversations with his entrepreneur father from dawn to dusk

vine-covered Victorian house a few miles up the road

Yet Abby can’t escape the feeling that something isn’t right

The sheep has an idea—he’ll just say something no one’s ever said before: “zip zap wickety wack bing bang walla balla flip flap yackety yack

Dwelling: A Novel by Emily Hunt Kivel book but David is never around—luredThe world is ending. It has been ending for some time. When did the ending begin? Perhaps when Evies mother died, or when her father died soon after. Perhaps when her sister, Elena, was forcibly institutionalized in a psychiatric hippie commune in Colorado. Certainly at some point over the last year, as New York City spun down the tubes, as bedbugs and vultures descended, as apartments crumbled to the ground and no one had the time or money to fight