He’s just going to finish his mee grub, pick up a Chanel model from some take out window, and go home
On top of that, I have nothing to wear.
The entire audience went silent, and for a moment, I thought that concert would be the end of my career.
I feel a tightness in my throat, as though I have returned to a much-loved and well-remembered place
emerge like a dapper version of Superman
Portia evokes, she cannot alter this.
everything fucking thing about you?”
the one on the left, my list of suspicions, and it is there that I add, “I like him.”
Sixteen miles separate the palm trees of my hometown from the skyscrapers of downtown LA, but traveling the 10, with its concrete barriers. . .
Caution, I’ve learned, is an underrated virtue.
She cannot wreck Mozart and she cannot bring Jack back into my life.
You are. You were. You were fierce. You arrived with thick, dark hair and a scream that shook the hospital windows
I always get the news of her dismissal from the headmasters, and I work with them to arrange her departure. What has changed?
But as he steps past me, he takes hold of my hand, just for a moment, and he whispers my name into my hair. I picture the hundred yards of . . .
who makes a slight movement with his head toward the cabinets.
He is clever and attractive. These are not called “charms” for nothing. They addle your brain, make you see things that aren’t there.
“Sempre,” my mother tells him. “Always.”
Enough, I hope, to empty my mind and remove the image of Portia, fragile and alone, disappearing into the dark.
she’s got a pair of lungs like an eel
“She will. But it’s eleven o’clock, there’s a man in my house, and her greatest hope for me right now is that I get laid.”
What do I play for Phin Obroin, my first solo audience in five years?