One With Others: [A Little Book Of Her Days] - Plot & Excerpts
She might have felt drier than a clod of Arkansas dirt. Lonely lonely lonely, like the hunter green suitcase that hadn’t been used since her honeymoon.Some honeymoon, she later told Gert, with that off-color smile, she almost had to rape him. She said this near death. As her executive organs were shutting down and she was finishing the NYT crossword, September 2, in ballpoint:What is a suffix of bookishWho is a major exporter of coconut oilSamoaA colorless liquidouzoA defeatist’s wordsI [nospace] loseThe artist of the etching and aquatint, el sueño de la razón produce monstruos.[Does it follow that the sleep of monsters produces reason?]It was the Thursday Times. They get harder. But the others got thrown out. This was on a shelf of dust under the silhouette where a boomerang had hung. The boomerang’s silhouette and the telephone’s and the outline of her iconoclastic altar, stayed white. Otherwise the walls were solid nicotine.Had cancer after she had her last baby. Had a hysterectomy.
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