Sublime

“And what made you two connect?” Meredith Blake is smiling and polite but shrewd: she has a grandmother’s face with a lawyer’s eyes, the way Lady Macbeth might have looked,

paucity

“Factors? Like you just can’t wait to be Mrs. Woodcock? Because no one wants that as a last name.

‘Dorian Gray’.

He would know her handwriting anywhere.

I am superterrestrial, he thought, and passed untouched through crowds on Aldleigh High Street with the waters of his body drawn up by the moon with the tides.