Sublime

By that point in the evening she’d look different, raw, like you’d taken the lady she was earlier and peeled her.

A sensitive woman, disappointed in marriage, exhausts her own ingenuity before she takes counsel.

Even now, at seventeen—high school graduate, mistress of her fate, and a ten-dollar-a-week file clerk in the very Forty-seventh Street lawyer’s office where Helen was a fifteen-dollar-a-week typist—as she sat on Helen’s bed and watched Helen primp for a party, the memory hurt. There was no consolation in the thought that not now and not then would

Then she’s gone. The car finds its way

She sat at her desk and tried to busy herself with paperwork but every time she heard voices in the hall, her head lifted as though pulled upward by strings. And yet Alejandro didn’t show.

“The prodijal son returns,”

shoat

A lonely girl living in a world surrounded only by ghosts. Nothing reminded her of her own life more.