or that he can’t figure out a three-sink system, moving sautiers from soap to sanitation without so much as a rinse. Maybe it’s because Junior is the only one laughing at his own insipid story
I first see her surrounded by a crowd. She is laughing and grinning, with a smile that could cut glass. And maybe, in fact, she is the source of all this ruin. I think to myself it’s entirely possible. She’s artfully cruel like that. My sister, the destroyer. Not Mackenzie’s...
Last week, an advert popped up on Miss S’s iPad. It was for the local private girls’ school, a picture depicting five girls linking arms and laughing, in their uniform. Miss S sent it to me and said she wanted to talk about it; she had searched it up on the map, seen it was...