“Biracial, I think.”
Luciana glanced up into the mirror to see who had said it, but it was impossible to tell; the chatter of thirty-one, day-tripping blue hairs and silver tops muddled any trace of its origin.
Flora Loves Atlantic City
Block Island Trip
You keep the secret of what you look like when no one’s watching.
Once, An Evil Eye
Only once in my life, I saw an evil eye; up too late, I admit, and this happened in another country, where unknown scents
Rhodes to Rebirth
My encounters with classical music through the ages (it feels like it, right!) have been a sort of muddle of awe and motor way-pile up.
Adroit Liars
Truth wasn’t one of my strong points. I believed that the more intelligent were adroit liars, able to manipulate the truth for their own purposes, ...