“Stop fiddling with it, Rose. Just leave it,” said my best friend Jessica, grabbing my hand and squeezing it. “This is stupid. I don’t want to go. Please just give me the keys and let me leave.” I jerked my hand out of her grasp and used it to try and pull my tank top up higher. My boobs wer...
Headless, armless, with one wing a plaster replica, what was left towering above her dated back to 190 BC. As she contemplated her own insignificance in the presence of not only this artifact but everything housed in this palace-cum-museum, Laine was literally knocked off her feet. &n...