“None?” Daoud asked skeptically. He had invited Fonseca to the VIP lounge at O’ Hare while they awaited flights to opposite coasts. Weeks earlier, Daoud had been promoted to General Manager of the opera in New York. Fonseca, who regularly ushered at the opera in San Francisco, was nearing retirement as a public defender, the […]
Dear Ildri, The cave is cold, but my pages are warm. You rub my spine, but you’re thinking of him. If he is so important, why do you run to me with your feelings? You write it all down in me, letting your pen glide along my paper skin, marking me with your essence. Every […]
“By the way, the date went really, really well,” Matt told his dad. Not according to Sophia, Carrie’s mom. Matt’s dad, Charlie, had talked to her after. Matt and Carrie knew each other since they were kids. They went to Saturday social skills classes for autistic kids. Nobody called it Asperger’s anymore. It was preferred […]
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