Gosse sneered. Papa has sent me to be religieuse. ” He handed her the phone
reluctantly, barely masking his mild disgust. The smells of skewered
fennel, roast chicken, and broiled pheasant saturated the
air, and she could smell other wonderful aromas about
them. She found pieces of it on the
blacktop near the green dumpster, amazingly small pieces
considering the fabric’s original heft. She was
nearly dead. The stretch
of red dirt disappeared into a stretch of trees like Van
Gogh’s painting. There was a stain of wine upon her dress. Visiting? Dressed for it, certainly. You give her a daub here and there where the rust shows. You’ll never even see me again, for that
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matter. It was you! It was
exactly you, but it was probably the photo they thought it
was your mother! I dug it up after combing the Reader’s
Guide To Periodical Literature for like, six hours straight. At first she thought that the woman was just a
servant.
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