I’VE BEEN VISITING THE MIRROR in studio E every night, looking for the edges of the message Bette left me. The girls told me it was her, and probably Liz, and maybe Eleanor, too. It was cleaned off days ago. Everyone else seems to have forgotten the way it looked, but I hear the threat in my he...
June “I THOUGHT YOUR MOM WOULD have told you.” It’s after lunch, and I’m dressed in my black, long-sleeved Tuesday leotard with pink tights, ready for class. But Nurse Connie’s waiting for me in the hall, her face grim, with a medical pass for Morkie—one I didn’t know I needed—excusing me from af...
