Who are you? What do you do for a living? Why do you want this hotel? What could it possibly mean to you? And, most crucially, what right do you have telling me what my own daughter wants or doesn’t want? What do you know about me, really? You know only what I’ve told you in letters and what you ...
Thatcher said. Adrienne wrote on a yellow legal pad: “Restaurant=food.” She sat at one end of a very long table, a twelve-top, in the dining room with the rest of the staff—five waiters; three bussers; the bartender, Duncan; and a young female bar back. Thatcher was the professor. Adrienne was th...
She was in stage limbo. She missed Tess, she missed Greg, she missed Jeffrey, she missed Eddie and her kids, but mostly she missed herself. She wondered, was she ever coming back? There were certain things she could handle and certain things she cou...
Start with the basics: sturdy foundation, solid walls, a sound roof. Move on to esthetics: light, air, creativity. And finally, make sure the details are done correctly. Raoul’s workers cursed at him when he complained about cabinets set off an eighth of an inch over six feet, but Raoul wanted ev...
And Veronica’s funeral. She couldn’t bear to be near him; she only wanted to be near him. She was at a standoff with herself. “How long are you staying?” she asked him. “I don’t know,” he said. “How long are you staying?” “I ...