The Roots Of The Olive Tree (2012) - Plot & Excerpts
Calliope felt like a teenager sneaking out of the house after everyone else had gone to sleep. Walking down the long corridor from her room, she’d held her shoes in her hands until she reached the porch. The conversation with Anna had lightened her mood, and instead of wearing a sensible outfit, she’d put on the only bra she owned that put most everything back in its rightful place and a half slip instead of underwear. Over this ensemble, she’d pulled on her raincoat and sprayed herself with perfume. She put her overnight bag, packed with sensible pajamas and a change of clothes, in the backseat and thought how when she was younger she never gave a thought to the outfit being sexy. The perks of youth were that the body was enough. It didn’t need to be pushed up, smoothed, or hidden in the dark—now she tended to keep her nakedness under wraps until both parties were too far to turn back. Calliope understood that the world would think her ridiculous. But she didn’t care, it was possible for a sixty-six-year-old woman to have sex without absurdity.
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