Sublime

No matter what was in fashion, Janet Wilton was a step beyond. She was the one everybody was trying to become, except that the minute they became Janet Wilton, a curly brunette with blueberry mascara and rapist-slash cheek toner, Janet had turned into a French blonde with a simple powdered nose, and was suddenly pink instead of pomegranate.

ribald

“I like your heart just the way it is.” “Jell-O heart,” she mumbles. “Wiggly and wobbly.” “Yes, I love your wiggly, wobbly Jell-O heart.”

propriety.

But as I studied him – and believe me, I drank him in like a parched animal at a riverbank – I began to see the cold, steady certainty of the chill green depths.

‘the morals of the