Sublime

Mia felt suddenly sure that she and her mother and Gordey were not replicas of one another, doomed to repeat the same mistakes. They were just rotating through the roles of parent and child, child and parent, taking turns at worrying and causing worry, at needing care and giving it. They would continue to do that for the rest of their lives, shinin

Maybe she doesn’t really exist, but just thinking about her makes my heart – my flesh and blood, my real heart – thump like mad. These feelings are as real as the blood all over my chest that awful night.

She wore a man’s tweed jacket, white slacks, and red sneakers.