Sublime

She knew Ernie lived nearby with his wife and four sons. The passage of time, and the details that spun some moments into unforgettable memories and others into thin air, traveled with Sylvie—the swirling atmosphere of her own life—

midnight showing

“Despite his flaws, one has to admit that he is a whale-sized catch.” “I’ll be thrilled when someone harpoons him,” Lillian muttered, making the other two laugh.

It’s not my fault if I’ve spent a sizable chunk of my formative years in Italy, where time is but a polite suggestion.

“Gotta go. It’s probably Rocío coming to reiterate that I’m not her real mother. Or that after you die the enzymes in your digestive tract devour your body from the inside.” “Of all your colleagues, this girl is my absolute favorite.” “She was caught porking. On my desk.” “How does she constantly top herself?”