Annabelle’s fist descended on her alarm clock. “Shut. Up,” she snarled, and rolled over. Love. Ha. Pop songs. Ha ha. It was all a bunch of crap, a mountain of garbage. Love, friendship, divination, spells, dreams, ambition — bullshit. What was the point of it all, anyway, ...
He didn’t deserve it. I spend the rest of the night on an inventory of my weaknesses—why I led Gita to believe she might win asylum; how I didn’t allow myself to see Luke’s HIV so now we’re caught on our heels, only waiting for more drugs. Macon’s gone when I get up and walk into the kitchen. I d...
Dr. Wang had a poster on the wall of the human body with the meridian points written in Chinese. She told me that after the Cultural Revolution, she was able to get out of China and eventually make it to the States. She asked me a lot of quick questions that implied she already knew the answers: ...